Automan - Poem by John Roche
I stumble through robotic tasks,
an automan, a soul-less droid.
I switch between the diff'rent masks,
which hide the empty shell – devoid
of inspiration's beating heart.
No power source to generate,
a pulse, or brain-wave to jump start
this mental corpse to levitate
above the scrap-yard of my mind.
The jagged shards of shatter'd hope
lay scatt'red round like rotting rind,
eroding any will to cope
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