There has never been a good
Apology for everything that
Left my body broken and tired
Too damaged to heal itself more
Without anybody else to find the
Cracks or stop the bleeding.
I try my best to mop it all up
Like that robot forced to watched its
Oil leak out and scrape it up
Watching it all flow out again
Slowly becoming murkier and thicker
While the robot ran itself into its end.
Nobody who went to see the machine
Could interfere with its work.
Its purpose was to eventually die
Surrounded by a puddle of itself
Unable to even ask for help or to
Apologize for the mess it left behind.
YOU ARE READING
only a god - poetry and prose ☆
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