Tempered Circles

Burning with the flames of past exchange An interwoven thought with new distaste Shadows ever dancing with our remains A new-found hate for what we face Washed up by the tides of endless grief Now everything is gone, replaced by need And now we understand the sea of greed A new-found hate for our disease Frozen by the loss of when we tried Even though we know no compromise Who is there to blame when fear decides? A new-found hate for all their lies Melted by the sight of her command I justify my heart and take her hand Another lovely tale that turns to sand A new-found hate for where I am Burning with the flames of past exchange Another stupid end that has me taste The circle of my bitter hate Tempered by the thoughts that I remain Spinning in a circle of my own blame The circle of my weathered pain