A POEM FOR YOUR INSTAGRAM WALL

I went walking in deep woods,
Searching for inner peace.
You followed me like a drone,
In the name of friendship.

Don’t you know just because,
We are stuck working together,
Doesn’t mean we are friends.

I am out here away from the city,
To remove the metallic body,
Rusted in acidity of fakeness.

Go back to where you belong,
Among drones, robots and puppets.
Staying here will give you nothing.

Still, I can write a poem for your,
instagram wall,
Of how I loved you deep,
Before you turned to plastic.

Of how I held you close,
Before you lost your hands.
Of how I shared my emotions,
Before you became a golem.

– Emily Parker

Skills

Posted on

January 18, 2019

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