rusted mechanicalA Poem by Endera gear of rusted mechanical clockwork.Why must my heart be as a gear of rusted mechanical clockwork? Centrifugal in nature giving a dead sense of why; such torque is in the matter, of dealing with my heart. . . Just to be grinding another moment in time's roman numerals, such a classical tragedy: the question existing came as dawn to dusk. Doubt was in a pendulum of swaying controversy, giving me thus a dilemma of palpitating reason; so dare I stop, the truth might cease my robotic existence. A continuum of stress with no hint of resolution. with each striking long hours lived with no answers worthy or valid. Was hence my reality, in an engineered eloquence ticking in metronome of cases dire, of why my heart is as a rusted mechanical gear.
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2 Reviews Added on December 18, 2011 Last Updated on December 18, 2011 AuthorEnderPittsburgh, PAAboutgeneral poetry... I feel so good when I write a work. it is like an accomplishment YOU can only do. No one else has the power to do your own artistic skill or touch. more..Writing
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