Jane, It’s been three years gone bye
Since you last came though my door sorry
And since you left that door as a sexton
Three years since the tables have turned
Jane, once upon a time
I had the internal scars
The ones that marked my ever so distorted heart
But that was when I was a man
Now, all those scars have changed me
And they have fuelled my words of hate
And they have exploded over you
And they found sanctuary in your tears
Now you know what it was like
But only the emotional side of it
My hands that clenched all the hate,
Will soon teach my spite and malice…
Kaio Clark
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jane-27/
