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.