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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a fresh take on the subject, 'metal filings of my mind', 'long hidden mine', and the hope that the force of faith 'pulls all metals to it's pyre', profound poetry! !