Voice of Direction

Voice of Direction

A Poem by Nick Lynott

poem about growing up

Metal voices 

All I can hear are metal voices
Thin tin scratching against old silver 
Heavy steel and iron booming from the background 
Gold dancing with its melody 

Be yourself 
But do it this way 
I am tin and I know the way 
Steel taught it to me 
We are family? 
Are we family!

Can you hear the chorus 
It means the song is happy 
Or is it just the mocking 
Tones of metal 
That pump 
Into my thoughts 
I must find separation 
Must I find separation

© 2016 Nick Lynott

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Added on July 14, 2016
Last Updated on July 14, 2016
Tags: poem, poetry, family, questions, life, happiness, metal, growing up


Nick Lynott
Nick Lynott

Denver, CO

I love to write. I just moved across half the United States to Denver, Co. more..

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