Iron Womb

Pressing

bw Frampton
Ringing
Every clang, another stitch in
the seam of brotherhood for
those molded in iron
Ringing
Each collision, a testament to
dedication - mind over matter and
will sitting high above pain

Grunts and chants
Veins pushing 'gainst flesh
Sweat slowly becoming a baptism of
strength and a unique elixir of desire

And rarely -
if want is more than body can contain -
if need flows over the brim of life's cup -
from a nostril, or two, comes crimson reward

Published by bw Frampton

I am a proud father of three children and husband of one in Small Town, Ohio. I enjoy lifting weights, reading, writing and observing people. I am now a full time student, majoring in Electrical Technology.  View profile

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  • A R4/27/2009

    Strong words.. great job. Gives me chills

  • 3lilangels3/26/2009

    deep poem, nicely done!

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