A Man of Steel Now a Rusty Nail Strong Not Frail-
Eyeshadow I'm cold I'm pale
You die in hell I am hated
I am slaughter scorned and frail
What am I yet but substance
I am rugged rough and
I am just a rusted nail
I am tall bronze rustic
Can I be trusted
Solid steel I reveal
No longer frail
A longer frame yet I'm still rusty nail
11/20/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2020
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment