The Machine

aj_goddard

Some nights you see the best in me,

Noting the ups and downs

In the so-called endless abyss

More commonly known as life.

 

Others, you sit back,

Watching as your breath fogs the window.

Staring into space,

As the water melts and drips down – below.

 

I watch your brain whir,

As each thought trickles down

As if through a crevasse in a mountain.

You stand silently in the corner

As a sequence of 1s and 0s

Find themselves rushing, pouring,

Before settling down to sleep

In a frozen tundra of a world.

 

And I can’t help but wonder,

Why would someone like you

Settle for someone like me –

A reprobate in the eyes of the machine.

My edges rough and cracked

Jutting out into an awkward

 

Silence.

Filling the air, now thick with fog.

Choking, choking, choking,

Until it’s gone.

  • Author: Alex Goddard (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 3rd, 2018 16:18
  • Comment from author about the poem: I encourage you to find your own meaning behind this poem but for anyone who's curious (haha doubt it) this poem was written about the anxiety that comes with being a social outcast and the results of continuously struggling to find acceptance from others - depressing ik but oh well that's life i guess.Also sorry it's shit but I'm not a poet and my English teacher is disappointed in me cos I'm failing.
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Comments2

  • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

    i really like the words used here... i liked every line. i found this to be interesting

  • Karoline

    This poem is truly beautiful. I relate to it on a level I don't really understand. Thank you for writing it, it's my favourite since I joined this site x



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