A Weak Robort Poem by Sharron Stephenson

A Weak Robort

Rating: 5.0


there are times when the world is hurting,
and it crumbles around my shoulders,
the pain is like a burning flame,
a robot is metal and bolts,
that never sleeps,
when the memories are to strong to deal with,
the strength i have comes from within the,
deepest part of me,
friends i have are there to hear my cries,
my heart is sad and weak,
time on time is all i have to understand,
the words that have have been unspoken,
pictures i see are the sky above,
even thou the pain i am in,
i will always be there to help and listen with my,
heart and soul,
the moment that death comes up, my body and mind,
will leave each each other and never meet again,
roam through the medows of the green green,
grass,
swim in the blue blue sea,
or swing from the highest tree.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sharon Birdsall 09 September 2011

a poem that seams to have a message, for all of us to understand, that poeple are human and, not robots and, should treating with care and kindess, love and thruth

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