Machine Man


In order to find yourself, you must first be lost

I met a man with sadness in his eyes

His heart made stony from the relentlessness of loss.

His smooth skin an amour for the soft anguish he hid within

His gleaming smile and deep toned laugh a mask for what his face really said.

He glowed.

My body ached for his

Yet, everything he said had been said before

To someone else

Someone he liked more

Or less.

Souls lost to the cogs of a machine

Production of soft toys

Taking in the pieces

Spitting out ragdolls

Left to unpick the stitching and replace the stuffing

With Heart

Warmth

Care

Kindness

Or maybe rocks

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