July 31, 2004
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Tainted Steel
Once this blade was fresh and young
As sharp as my own tongue
And hand as quick to deal
Judgment without repeal
Confrontation with strong ideals
Unwilling to spin the wheel
To change my line of sight
Mine was the only way – that’s right
Chorus
Tainted silver steel
Still holds and old appeal
But it seems not longer real
This flashing blade of mine
Held a strength I can’t define
But it’s no longer part of me
Can no longer slay my fear
This Tainted sliver steel
Now time has changed all that
And the edge has long gone flat
No longer right to carry on
No longer steadfast at my side
Stained by neglect and crime
Of idealistically closed minds
No longer living in my prime
No longer willing to die - for my vicious pride
Chorus
Tainted silver steel
Still holds and old appeal
It’s power made me reel
This blade would bring my fall
Now it stands against the wall
It’s no longer part of me
No longer can my conscience wield
This Tainted silver steel
The years have cleared my sight
My arm can’t bare my might
My mind has slipped the knots
With which a youthful man was caught
Growing old with ragged rust
I know is seems it’s lost it’s shine
As I know I have lost mine
A small portion of my pride – I’ve finally set aside
Comments (3)
Is this a fresh ‘n tasty morsel? I like it….lots. I think it’s what lots of really expensive group therapy couldn’t do for some really famous people who made a movie about stuff like that. Mucho props, baby
thanks for your comments about my poem. its always good to hear what other people think. its also very interesting to hear what other people get out of what i write. glad you stopped by my page- feel free to do so again!
I know where you were when this was written
the place where we cannot see clearly
I have been there myself!
Dorothea