My life is not what is seems,
For I am actually a machine
Powering down
Releasing steam.
My wold is of music
Which seems to be theriputic
I have been found
Winding down.
Wings spread,
Nonsense in my head
I begin to feel the sky
But no matter how hard I try,
It's too far away.
But as I release this steam
Know I'm near
Have no fear
I may not be with you anyway.
My life is in this robot shell,
So please leave me be,
As I let go of my last puff of steam.
The gears are rusted,
My joints are busted,
How long have I been here?
I don't know.
But my last words are the same.
Just let me.........
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My Poem Book
PoesiaA bunch of poems that I felt like posting. Some sad and some will be happy. Just take it word per word as I wrote them. This story will not be complete in any way until I think that there are enough inside for me to make a second book. Until then ha...
