Tears of Joy

Another pre - term poem. I actually was fond of this concept....

It ticks, it sputters,

It shivers and shutters

The engine in your feeble brain,

trying to start, and bring forth some rain

When you call it quits and lay down to die,

I carry you closer to heaven's high

Into the watery heights we climb,

until your brain has emerged from the slime

But when you come to,

You're no longer you

You're not the same, no not at all,

they made you a robot, let your personality fall

Someone else's point of view,

cut and pasted into you

I can't handle this,

your old engine's dying hiss 

So I'll hold your old shell of a body and sit,

in the mud and the rain and my tears I will sit...

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

The engine in your feeble brain.Nice write.