whoo daily poem again! :)
Human Clockwork
She walks, she stumbles, she falls.
She can’t get up.
She can’t stay down.
It’s the ugly place in between.
Cascading sorrow, empty hope.
It’s a dysfunctional heart.
She was a machine.
She followed a routine.
A gear breaks apart and flies.
The battery fizzles and dies.
Oh, it had a wretched distraction.
Oh, it should have stopped the interaction.
This machine is destroyed.
All that’s left is a void.
It’s quite hollow and vacant.
Though the parts still move.
A vase is shattered.
The contents don’t leak out.
It just stays there, suspended;
Forever, in dismal anticipation.
There are many fish in the sea.
but I want this fish.
screw logic.
diediediedie.
dumb as a brush.
I'm done.
28 messages...I'm blown away.