Mechanical Lungs

Mechanical Lungs

A Poem by dramamine

Mechanical lungs let me breathe,

Mechanical lungs can’t you see?

All I am is buried beneath you,

And all my fears are soaked in shallow fluid,

Carry me through rivers of red and blue,

To show me your factories polluted,


Mechanical lungs ease my pain,

Mechanical lungs release my chains,

Save me from drowning in your veins,

I’m suffocating underneath these clouds of smoke,

In my hollow chest I lie incomplete,

Choking on the regret lodged in my aching throat,

I’m tangled within this disease, buried beneath,

But tonight I can finally breathe,

When I fall asleep in my mechanical dreams...

  


© 2015 dramamine


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It is the mechanical age and we are paying for it with our humanity so your poem could be a look into our future. This is very thought provoking and nightmarish, smartly written and well thought out. It is in my head now and fear tonight will haunt my mechanical dreams :~) Standing Ovation! Clap! Clap!

Posted 8 Years Ago


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This is a cool piece. Nice flow, well tied together, a strong message, and a killer last line.

Excellent piece.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I love it!
Go enter this in a contest!
Keep on writing!

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

It is the mechanical age and we are paying for it with our humanity so your poem could be a look into our future. This is very thought provoking and nightmarish, smartly written and well thought out. It is in my head now and fear tonight will haunt my mechanical dreams :~) Standing Ovation! Clap! Clap!

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on October 5, 2015
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Tags: dark, poetry, death, life, reality, dreams, mechanical, disease

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dramamine
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You can call me Twiggy.I'm just a 16 year old girl. With no friends so I spend my time writing s****y tales, poetry, and listening to music. I hope to one day become a musician and you know start a ba.. more..

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