my body is simple mechanics,
cogs and wheels
that carry me through
the everyday mundane.
but my mind always betrays
it's emotional and tells the arteries
to only pump defense
going straight to the heart of me.
what good is free will
when I don't abuse it,
when I lose it?
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This one is mind provoking and although at first it appears clear upon reflection it prompts deeper thoughts as one dwells upon the relationships. I love poems of this type where they tend to linger in the mind. Nicely done
Hayleigh, this is a tight, searching piece. Body as machinery, mind as saboteur, and free will caught in betweenโฆitโs a brutal triangle rendered cleanly. The final question doesnโt seek answers, it demands recognition. Strong work, my friend. ๐น๐ค๐๐ฏ๏ธ
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