Machine Poem by Meghan Fenwick-Boland
Machine
Ahead of me, I realise the future: An unbroken view, straight ahead into the distance. It is a long, unchanging line—with yet no foreseeable end, yet— nevertheless, a weary track I'm condemned to tread, disappearing into the featureless horizon. Only the back of myself, like a shade, growing older, and more pitiful.
Monday, June 29, 2026
Topic(s) of this poem: sad
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