Run down, as tired as all hell,
racing mind slowing
like the fading of a bell,
It always used to be
a recharge needed on my part;
but a spinning pump
deep implanted in my heart,
that now can only be
run by electricity
in new days of health
Now reminds insistently
With constant beep to me
From a pocket sized control
that my batteries
can’t keep powering my soul
And I had better run
To swap them with a new set
or plug myself into the house
so what holds my cyborg heart
can get a new recharge.
Comments
So nice...
to hear that you have back-up batteries! LoL
The scansion is a little irregular, but you definitely get the message across.
The flow is pretty good due to the near rhyme and the pace keeps things moving along.
Keep it up! ~ Geez.
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Thanks Gee
Polishing it up in a day or two.
Hey Mark,
Yep, it's literal.
Rhyme is difficult for me; that's probably the cause of the first and last being disparate. As I said to Gee, I'm going to revisit this poem very soon, see if I can't tighten things up.
Dialysis. Ouch. I hope you don't have to.
LOL
Talk about taking the prompt literally ! Perhaps a solar back up? As stated earlier you could clean this one up a bit withoutt much change........stan
Hey Stan,
LOL. You know, I've been trying to find a way to use solar for the recharge. But not for the controller, it's only got a 15-minute charge.
Concerning the clean-up...yes, I agree, it needs work, which I am going to try and start early this coming week. I'm a free-verse guy, as you know, so rhyme is a bit difficult for me.
Interesting!
I really like the drama…. And the literalness. The theme appeals to me, almost any time I can reaad poetry from the patient point of view, I’m interested.
Thanks Ray,
I often write from real personal events. I guess it's just more immediate, and vivid, for me.
Glad that you enjoyed my effort!