Pound Of Flesh

It's been painful
I've had my shareful of regrets,
pain that burns my flesh,
like a lit cigarette,

It's been helpful,
to be put in my place again,
I've even been admonished,
for my original sin.

It's been tearful,
I've had some blood to bleed,
but even in my flight,
I'd be damned to flee.

It's been hurtful,
to be used like I've been,
You stole my words,
You stole the ink from my pen,

It's been careful,
To circle around again,
For what once was lost,
I've freed and found again.