I am Robot; A Poem

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

One mans frustrations living in a dark and pharmaceutically overrun world.

Pills,

Pills,

Pills,

One to fix the anger,

One to make me smile,

One to give the impression,

That living is worth while,

I am a robot,

Stuck in a cold spot,

Forced to move,

When I feel stuck again,

There's a pill for that too,

Hello,

I am Robot,

I mean...

Shit I forgot,

These pills have stolen my memory,

And drained nearly every ounce of what's left of me,

Pills,

Pills,

Pills,

These pills are all that I am,

A haunted silhouette of a man,

There's still exhaustion in my bones and an ache in my chest,

But they gave me a pill that should fix the rest,

Now my eyes are gray,

I've completely disappeared,

But I suppose at this point it's okay,

My soul was wary anyway,

Just another shadow stuck to the ground,

Replaced with a carbon copy,

Of what the world thinks I should be,

These pills finally did it,

They destroyed every fiber of me.


Submitted: April 01, 2014

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