As doubts filled me to the brim,
I decided to peel back my skin,
And found no blood, no veins,
No bones, no muscles, no pains,
And I peeled it farther and farther back,
Looking for the piece I lack,
And I saw metal wires instead of veins,
Electricity coursing through me instead of blood,
A metal skeleton instead of bones,
Rubber instead of flesh,
Balloons instead of lungs,
Cameras instead of eyes,
Recorders instead of ears,
A computer for a brain,
And as I reached to the center of my chest,
I saw a nothing where my heart should've been,
Nothing to replace the gaping hole,
No metal parts to engineer,
To make up for what was amiss,
Nothing but an abyss,
And that's when I looked in the mirror and saw,
Digits scroll across my face,
Zeroes and ones in binary tandem,
Replacing the emotions I've lost,
And I looked down at the hole,
And felt the echo of a beat that once was,
As I realized that I was a machine.
YOU ARE READING
Jigsaw
PoetryThe wind may blow one way and the river the other. One may take you down a well trodden path, and the other, the less walked one. But both experiences tell a story, and together, they form a whole. Piece by piece, you fit the many stories together...
