$CLOUT Poetry - Mechanical Puppets
A poem about spending 30 years with ADHD hiding inside of me.
You might not notice but… I’m actually a puppet
I’m not pulled by any strings But pushed forward by a flurry of calculations that just don’t add up No matter how hard I concentrate Whilst any new information funnels itself out
Strings don’t need to hold me down
There are growing mechanisms inside me That has learned how to lock me down in the passive So unified to my system That it has become easier to accept life as a flesh-wrapped drone Stunted by a self-perpetuating fear of failure
I’ve become rusty over the years
I’ve finally noticed that I’ve been running without oil And now my parts are breaking away If I don’t quench this thirst There is soon going to be a motor rattling where my body used to be Rattling there aimlessly As I try to change this destiny that every one of us puppets has
A destiny of desperation Screaming alone in a dark chop shop For the right mechanics To fit my pieces back in place Constructing some kind of wholesome purpose from my shambles
You probably haven’t even noticed.
© Rambling Rose, 2020. All rights reserved.
🌹 Thanks for reading. I ramble on while the world goes crazy. Come pull up a seat and watch with me.
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