Made From Metal

Made from metal,
Or something hard,
That’s who I should be.

Granite heart in chest,
Metal then forms the rest,
No beat beneath my heart,
That I shall be, I decree.

I see now, the fee
For being soft,
Staying within loft,
Will oft bring misery,
Easily miseries bring company,
And company means
Done for me.

Rather means I’m done,
My run’s come,
To a close,
Whether or not
I chose.

The only way
To pay the fee,
I froze myself,
The bomb shatters,
Crater huge but
Not a matter,
The dust settles
And I remain,
Made from metal,
Survival I attain.


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