The Flow of Function

It is not easy to walk in darkness,

Wandering the gray grass fields,

Waiting for there to be any light

Or waiting for the embrace of night

To at least feel the cold.

There is no light shining in my eyes,

There is no warmth in my heart,

And my skin feels numb and weak.

No pain makes me feel,

No food gives me warmth or fill,

No person brings me life again,

A hollow smile to fill a broken face,

A veneer placed to fool the world

That life is normal with no troubles,

To let the world believe that functions flow

Despite the cogs being stuck for ages.

Unable to feel and unable to love,

Yearning to do so hurts more

Than the knife against the skin.


Mechanical Face

“Just be happy!”

You don’t think I have tried?

It is easy to put on a smile,

Pretend to accommodate your wishes,

But God forbid I have issues

That requires time and attention,

Issues that leave me crippled and weak.

But I put on a smile to appease you,

Since your privilege matters more

And broken machines are worthless

In the eyes of the judgmental.