Metal Madness Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

The metal filings of my mind
Shards piercing a long hidden mine
They stir up pools of brackish brine
And grind, and grind, and grind, and grind

Sometimes it’s hard to just go on
They will not stop until the dawn
They draw me to the lead of guilt
With coils of shame securely built

Sometimes it’s hard to look for hope
Sometimes it’s hard to try to cope
Yet there’s a force that’s tried with fire
That pulls all metals to its pyre

The painful shards that poke my mind
Can with one stroke their tortures bind
There is a magnet in the sky
That tames all metals by and by.