rusted mechanical

rusted mechanical

A Poem by Ender
"

a 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.

© 2011 Ender


Author's Note

Ender
this was written last april. i was trying to figure out what my true heart's wanted was... it's still a dilemma... and a situation i will have to live with; i had never been able to figure my feelings out. I never had a solid feeling, only short and sudden, always on a cardinal swing. maybe it's my own fault: to think all to much what i feel like, distraction it might be?

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I can relate to this... Its not always easy knowing what your heart really wants.. it gets complicated at times. I love that you used clockwork in this , its quite an interesting was too look at things :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


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