to tell the truth for me,
to bear my emotional state
only for the other robots, so I
can act as if I can handle life
with none of the pressure of
radical anxieties shoving knives
at the insides of my skin, to
smooth over my past, make me
forget, erase my regret, show me
that today I might be human enough.
.
Depression, Haunted by the Past, Poems, Poetry, Robot, Take Me To The Hospital
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#1 by Hudson Howl on October 26, 2013 - 2:07 pm
I’ve been reading and thinking all a long, your ‘I’ Robot was as human as one could be, -hard to isolate the two, even harder to deny them. Insightful as you always are, as sharp and pointy as you will always be…………there are “no bears in burnt umber”, but there is colour in you more then there is black, though like Francis Bacon you mute the colour with a shit load of grey.
Good shtufffs, always more to read then there is written. Take care Carl.
#2 by Carl on November 7, 2013 - 7:25 am
Hudson, I appreciate your comments more than you know. You’re very kind.