Clockwork Man

Brianna A Anderson

Clockwork Man

The broken man smiles,                         when he doesn’t have to. He laughs,   even when there is nothing funny. He looks up the sky and wonders why          he is like this, but the sky                      does not reply.


At the table, he eats, with                burning vigor, and yet,                       already weak, grows weaker still                   as the days go by. Walking at the heads    of the popular lines, he envisions           the sun on its rise                                     and no one sees him.


His mind could fly, high                           and yet, instead of using                           his minds inner eye he ponders                on the fact that, one day, he will die. Looking up to the sky he sits                  and cries                                                   and wonders why oh why                       and the sky does not reply. 

  • Author: B.A. Anderson (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 14th, 2021 20:36
  • Comment from author about the poem: I personally have experienced multiple periods of sadness that have left me confused on multiple fronts, including where I am as a person and who exactly I am becoming as a person while also struggling with the judgement of society.
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 25
  • User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.
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Comments1

  • L. B. Mek

    I like how you used the aesthetics of your write
    to help, reinforce the broken/wrongness
    of that self-hindering thought process: freefall abyss
    you're depicting/empathising with..
    thanks for sharing, dear poet



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