Robotic feelings and controlled mechanics.
Stiff hinges and rusting metal.
Sitting on a shelf collecting dust.
Forgotten in the foreground.
Just vintage trash that no one wants to throw away.
They think I'll be of value to another collector.
They're waiting for a buyer.
Rotting on a shelf.
They don't notice the foul smell.
Flies all around.
They wonder where they come from.
Forgotten.
I lost all my value, waiting for a person to finally restore me.
Decaying machine.
Lost all its gears.
No one wants me when I'm incomplete.
Finally, they notice.
Thrown away.
Sitting in a black plastic bag waiting for pickup.
Forgotten again.
Forever this time.
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Remember that old doll you owned. Remember the first time you picked her up. Remember the last time you placed her down.
Forgotten childhood toys inspired the poem. This is also about a robot, for anyone confused. The memories are decaying, and the flies and things are the people slowly forgetting. They might notice a change, but they don't know what has.
Hopefully, it's not too depressing. I've been listening to a lot of inspiring songs, and most of them are sad, hence why most of the poems are pretty depressing.
Anyway! Have a great day, and remember to take good care of yourself! ❤️
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PoetryMy poetry is only to fill blank pages. You decide how to color it in. That meaning, you can interpret the poems the way you want. I only put the words together, and you decide the rest :) Yet another poem dump for my unorganized mess that is my poe...
