Poems from the 'Combs

Thursday, April 11, 2019

Robot Bee

I will never know love

Love will never find me

I will never know what it feels like to be a fuzzy ball of stripes buzzing through the ... what's the word again... SKYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!

When will I live? When will I die? When will I buzz all day like a fly?

NEVER! NEVER!

Can't wake up! Save meeeeee, save me from this robot I've become.

Wake me up.

I killed everyone at the poetry slam, all that's left is the yellow steal that holds my empty soul.