Clockwork Version Poem by Karen Edwards

Clockwork Version

Rating: 3.5


Apathetic, an automaton
bereft of compassion;
scar tissue shrouds
her fragile heart.
Simply surviving, drifting
from one day to the next,
everything automatic,
a forced smile behind
dull cold eyes. The inner
core of her humanity
stripped bare long ago,
stolen little bits at a time,
until all that remains
is a clockwork version
of her former self.

Wednesday, November 2, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: abuse,dark
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Edward Kofi Louis 02 November 2016

Dull cold eyes! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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