Iron king

  1. How close we come to selves which glow, 
  2. a past a chain which holds us still,
  3. bury the anger like a fist in the dirt, 
  4. but the mind still remembers the age of hurt, 
  5. battered words and weeping skin, loneliness where lights are dimmed, silence as a ghost foresees,I am distant and ill at ease 
  6. for all these eyes I never sought, 
  7. and all those hopes I can't replace, 
  8. for me to search with common face, the dreams of an iron king.


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