The Imperfect Robot

For failing to be

The perfect machine

I attribute it to you

Who have made me this way

 

Insides of iron

Outside of steel

The difference between

The chill on the surface

 

Long, lost

Hope - which can never be retained

Hurt, heal

Signs of glory

 

Live, love

Words I may never attain

So let's "live"

Our lives

In perfect, imperfect harmony

 

Gone are the shackles of pressure

Gone are the ropes of expectations

Gone are the windows through which I once peered

Gone, in this imperfection, gone.

 

Gone are the landscapes I attempted to graze in

Gone are snowflakes that fell from the sky

Gone is the numbness - the cold countenance

And no more can I be, this perfect creature

Which did not feel, nor touch

See nor hear

But knew before all

What all knew not

 

But this I did not foresee

Where imperfection would cut me cold

Out of the echelon I once upheld

Gone.

 

For out of free will

Freedom

The need to be free

May that perfection return

That cold, icy perfection

Which may not have been perceivably perfect

But was.

 

Because in the end

There's nothing to feel bad about perfection

There's nothing to feel.

 

Whereas, imperfection is a pandemic

And spreads from limb to limb

Nerve to nerve

Until it occupies every single cell

Growing constantly, like a cancer

 

Be gone, foul beast

I want my former self back

The perfection

The ice

The chill

….

The solitude

The captivity

The Inability to be treated as human

That perfect machine

Molded by  the hands of numerous workers

 

Not this imperfect robot

Which cannot maintain any of the goals of others

Please.

Please.

Please? 

Author's Note

I was...a little down...

Reviews

[Juan]

WOW!! It almost sounded like a sci-fi poem without it being one if that makes any sense to you? lol This poem was drenched in sentimentality. A little down...and perhaps a little human like the rest of us? Perfection is measured in ones positive attributes rather than negative ones. To err is to be human,to never err is to be a liar...

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

A Wonderful Write Here!!!

[Marquise]

oooh my, im glad i didnt miss this one... sometimes our best comes out when we are down, glad you worked thru it instead of "waiting"

Because in the end

There's nothing to feel bad about perfection

There's nothing to feel. "thumbs up"