The Toll Of An Iron Fist. Poem by Matthew Hyatt
The Toll Of An Iron Fist.
I recall with a heavy sigh
Of days gone by
When I could saturate myself in you
Now I pay for my sins of the past
Those things I shouldn't do
You call it fate
I call it karma
I shouldn't have taken it out on you
You're absence showers me with pain
Now that I'm dancing for rain
You can no longer drink the air
Of a life that never was fair
Thursday, January 19, 2006
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