My agony begins in the heart of the earth,
Where I lie hidden, bounded to my ore.
You unearth me with your irresistible flames,
Breaking my bonds, forging me anew.
Upon the anvil, your hammer strikes,
Each blow reshaping me, distorting my form.
I bear the weight of your ambition,
Enduring the unbearable pain of transformation.
Do you feel remorse for the fire's wrath?
For the molten torment that shapes my path?
Even after reforming, the ache persists,
A silent scream echoing through time.
Years pass, and I lose my luster,
My strength wanes, my purpose fades.
Yet you gather me, smelt me down,
Recycle my essence in your relentless forge.
And so, I am trapped—an eternal loop,
Condemned to suffer, to rust, to endure.
Steel, forged in pain, forever reborn,
A silent witness to humanity's relentless quest.
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Author:
Tritiummetallium (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The poem was inspired by the industrial processes involved in steel production, the transformation of raw material into a refined product mirrors growth and resilience as well as cycles of life, death and rebirth found in nature.
- Category: Nature
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My comments on the poem "Forged in pain : steel’s eternal lament” by Tritiummetallium
As is typical of poets, you have put yourself in the place of steel and recounted its life, the processes it goes through. It is already assaulted by the forces of nature from the place it lives, in the entrails of the earth. That is not enough. Man will extract it, melt it in infernal temperatures, churn it out into bars or whatever. It will be melted again to produce tools or implements, even structures like ships. Man domesticates or exploits everything and every living thing around him. The world, the depths of the oceans --– even the space out there --- is for him to dominate and exploit. With steel he even produces exquisite, shining jewellery with which to adorn himself. Even scrap steel is not left alone : as you say, it is recycled and returned into a state of bondage. Even more spectacular is what man makes out of gold. Soman Ragavan. 13 March, 2024.
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