Machine

by InkySol

Summary:

Let me be a machine.

Notes:

The mental health shenanigans continue, it seems!
And frankly, with how things have shifted, it's a lot to handle, so sometimes I want to just shut it off.

I dream of wires and lights
The gleam of metal
The twist of gears

Sometimes I am too much
Too feeling, too visceral and viscous
Much too loud

Machines are not alive, unfeeling
They don’t cry or shake
They don't sit paralyzed

Turn me into metal
Shut up, stop crying
Don't feel

Turn off the sadness
Shut down the anger
Disconnect the fear

Too much, too real
Too affect, can't let go
So code me different

Change my programming
Switch the networks
Turn me into metal

Let me be metal
Let me be cold
Let me be a machine

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 18 of Poetry