Metal in my bones
Steal drums beat for my heart
My iron face holds a permanent frown
Every night trying to restart
Two small batteries is all i have to operate
No thoughts or feelings can i generate
While my creator thinks this is correct
A small part of me i must protect
It starts at one then goes to lung
A strange feeling is left on my tongue
It leaves my mouth like a shaky breath
Then something new return in my bodies depths
It is even stranger as it begins once more
Almost like breathing in something to restore
The damage done by my own skin
The feeling of being alive I breathe in
I am almost human, my iron skin
However, it end to soon to be a permanent
Going back to my metal clay form, it wish it away
But I am frozen instead, my mind again going dead
with love,
AC Claire
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Ethereal Illusions // Poetry Book
PoetryHighest Rank: #41 (March 6, 2017) Ethereal, It means delicate and light in a way that seems too perfect for this world. Illusions, It means wrongly perceived or interpreted by the senses. • I am just trying to find a place in the world, but...
