Machine Poem by chris hite

Machine



Playing to the beat of
a timpani's low c.
I am just a machine day and
night doing the same thing over and over.

I must brake free
sometime soon.

I am but a machine.

knowing only my daily routine.
Not knowing any thing else.
On my own
wishing to be free.

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