"CRUEL TWIST OF FATE" By: Michael Peyton

I stand off in the distance, pondering what might have been;
Knowing all too painfully well, I can never see YOU again.

Why does my heart still so desperately seek your attention?
Maybe because of things that went too long unmentioned.

It used to be so plain that anyone could easily see;
Now I'm not too sure, that I am even still ME!!

Not STILL me? who was I even back then?
Without you, surely not what I could've been;

I try hard to go through the motions each day;
Though I fear my life is still slipping further away.

I attempt at times to grasp and tightly hold on;
But my grip is now weaker, alas, not nearly as strong.

My spirit once like the wild mustang -- free, untamed;
Now lies all but completely broken -- crippled, maimed.

As the clutches seem to tighten around my throat;
I think back, and regret not giving you the letter I wrote.

Quite possibly things would only be different, not better;
But maybe not the same path that led where I met her.

The path I took may have been the wrong one;
Though its clearly in the past now and cannot be undone.

Always wondered what it meant, "Cruel Twist of Fate";
Guess I learned the hard way, I think a little too late.

If ever you should need me, I wont be hard to find;
Just look on the dark side of fate, the side that's unkind.