Words to dust

I yearn to tell what's in my soul

but lack the words to tell it all

Ore, covered with so much ground

Digging, looses the interest of all around

Once mined it must be refined

Requiring a heat that can blind

Then shaped into a useful form

Polished and tempered, while still warm

Those pieces that are of no use

Cast into piles of refuse

I Watch them rust

Then turn to dust

Returning to the ground

Where they were found

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

You have chosen an interesting topic here, but when you got into the geological metaphors, you seemed to lose track of your own conclusions. Maybe you need a little more philosophy and less geology. Keep working on this one.

[Soren]

Thank you John I thought I might have been a little obtuse when my metalic metaphors of rust and dust that return to the ground were a to signify my unused words decomposing in my brain after being discarded.