robot for saleA Poem by kyamLife can be hurtful when you find out that you have been a robot all your life
I always pleased everyone that mattered and I was last
eventually disappearing into the dark cave of nothingness being twisted and torn, worn and pulled wind blowing, rain washing away memory no longer a diplomat but a scrubwoman no dances or balls for me kicked and prodded for more, more until the robot came and ate the scrubwoman the robot had not feelings for it's self just a rubber heart for everyone to pull a piece at a time the robot was left out in the rain and rusted then tossed into the corn field © 2015 kyam |
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2 Reviews Added on August 31, 2015 Last Updated on August 31, 2015 AuthorkyamClarksville, INAboutI have just recently started writing and am a mere novice. I enjoy short stories and poems. I've had an immense amount of pain in my life and I would say that's my greatest source of writing to heal.. more..Writing
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