Poem -
Our Iron Hearts
I have shared the company of a mirage of men, of boys with flat minds for too long.
They are without,
Shrouded in kevlar
For fear of leaking love,
To never share a glimpse of hope.
Their emotions
Sealed behind steel ribs
Cast from loves absence.
Their embrace,
Reserved for the dead
For a corpse cannot judge
A cadaver cannot blush
In awkward silence
I too become void of all that is, when working behind the stones of industry
No tears, no point,
when our hearts
are made from Iron.
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Comments
great concept and insight!..........................Jim
Thank you Jim.
Couldn't go without pinning this is fantastic. Heaps of meaning and insight into this one. "Go in the direction that no one has before, escape from those toxic environments and find a new home. There you can truly open up" Love it!!! I`d buy works like these in a poetry book!!!
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Kadaver and kevlar sound very poetic and this seems to be either about iron hearted hard hearted people or folks working as iron smiths or iron factory becoming like that due to mundane work? Whatever it is it is an awesome poem, maybe you can explain better. Kudos!
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Hi zaynab, thanks for the great comment, the poem is what I see, how I feel when I arrive to the gates of work, the industry I'm in, construction, can be very lonely sometimes, men who cannot share there hearts and minds, men who are iron, these men are amazing workers, thinkers and doers but alas, there hearts are boxed up, never to feel the light, nor the power that love has to give, its though being in this game but it comes with its perks, in this industry, I have learned to hide my heart well, only opening it when it is most needed, when it is at its most powerful.