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The Steel Mill
I slowly wake up and lay in my bed.
Trying to place the pain in my head.
I gaze at the faded, mildew-stained wall.
Then stand up, weak, weary and tall.
I go to my window and watch smoke rise from afar.
I walk outside to my old, rusty car.
I drive down the road to the steel mill.
To make money for dreams that I'll never fulfill.
I park my car in the gray, crumbling lot.
The work is rigorous, brutal and hot.
But I keep walking in, day after day.
Slaving my entire life away.
Every day I walk out, more tired than before.
Then I ease my sorrow at the liquor store.
The pattern will go on in perfect repetition.
Keeping me away from my every ambition.
I do foolish things to numb my pain.
People will stare, with looks of disdain.
I truly would like to do what’s best for me.
But others may see things differently.
This poem, that I wrote in about 30 minutes, takes inspiration from my journeys to West Virginia, and the handfull of steel mills that are still operational. The state of living was heartbreaking and depressing, and I thought it could be captured into a poem with enough devotion.
This was written, edited, and published on July 2nd, 2018 by SbS52.