Fighting the Machine

A Poem by Indigoshadows

Supposed to be a good machine
And do the work I do
But losing all functionality--
I can only think of you.
Daily tasks so tedious
Or so it may seem...
The days are ever longer
For all I do is dream.
Distracted isn't quite the word,
The word I'm looking for.
I must confess-- consumed, obsessed
As I long for something more.
Been running without a heart
For far too long.
Restored- it now beats for you,
The beating so strong.
It scares and excites me.
I want to hold on.
Suddenly midnight
Has turned into the dawn.
The machine is wearing thin
As the human heart wakes within.