Question:
Tell me what you think (1 poem)?
The inner workings
Of my heart
A machine of great complexity
Lost without a second thought
To the glorious morning sun
She radiates
And my soul is filled
With her radiance,
Her light as she begins to rise
And sets without restoring
The gears of my heart
I set upon the Tower of Babel
Seeking to restore myself
And my cold workings
But I was cast down
I flew upon Ikarus's wax wings
Searching for the missing pieces
And restore her tender warmth
But I fell
And I ponder
I have come close
To the sun
And her brilliance
And she did not see me
I have called
From the highest tower
But I could not speak
And she could not hear me
Now I sit
A broken machine
Touched by the warmth of the sun
To forever remain in obscurity
Best Answer - Chosen by Asker:
I'd rather kill myself than read that again