Broken

Broken

A Poem by Seamstress

This machine doesn’t work anymore

The engine remains empty

Yet the gas tank keeps begging for more

The mechanic knows his job well

Yet the machine keeps resisting the improvements

The engine is begging for more

Yet the gas tank is doing the receiving.

The engine head leaks nightly til there is no more fluid within

Warning bells ring over and over to show something wrong

The mechanic keeps working patiently

Yet the machine still resists the changes

Before the machine completely falls apart

For the mechanic to really get through

The machine has got to accept the changes

No matter how very hard they are.


© 2013 Seamstress



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I love the metaphor here!

Posted 3 Years Ago


nice poem. preety much sums how most people feel after a relationship has ended.no mater how many people try to cheer you up you always have a hole and feel you happines leak.good thing that every machine can be fixed same way every scar can heal with time right?nice poem i liked it

Posted 3 Years Ago


Seamstress

3 Years Ago

Thanks for your kind words.
Haha, this is explains a lot of relationships I think.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Yes I agree we are afraid for changes but changes are good, not always, changes can make you stronger. We have not to be afraid for changes, nice poem!

Posted 4 Years Ago


It's hard to be in love with a machine, isn't it?

Posted 4 Years Ago


Seamstress

4 Years Ago

It isn't that I'm in love with the machine its that I am the machine and have been feeling broken.
SamanthaMarie

4 Years Ago

Ahh, I see.

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Added on April 9, 2013
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