Broken like glass,
Melted like ice,
Like a bulb, kaput, now that it's lost its light.
A clock that won't tick,
A wheel that won't turn,
Thoughts that won't think and a heart unconcerned.
I'm like a machine,
Alive for my purpose,
Now that I'm dead, I'm nothing but worthless.
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PoetryWINNER: Challenge Prompt for Day 2 and Day 9! ~~~~~~~~ 30 poems. Short, little poems. Each with its own theme. All original. All inspired. All filled with a piece of me and therefore beautiful in their own right. My entires for the @WattpadPoetry a...
