Broken?

[Faithful Banana]

There's a poetry section here and I write the occasional verse so um.. I couldn't help myself.

I write free verse, so please don't throw stones. Most of my stuff is dark and abstract. This one is uncharacteristically optimistic. But with so many problems going on these days, a bit of optimism is something we all need...

 

Broken?

Its back is bent,
Its showlders are hunched
And its head is bowed down -
Is it tired, defeated,
... Broken?
Sitting at the table,
It is maybe a little bit of all.
But more than that,
It is hunched over in concentration,
Its fingers careful and deft,
Working without hesitation.

The last rays of the setting sun
Glimmer off its metallic skin,
Shine into its optic sensor eyes
And warm its cold brow.
Yet it sees and feels none of it,
Applying itself to its task,
Tinkering away
At the small device in its hands.

If you saw it, perhaps you'd understand.
The robot with the metal flesh
And artificial brain
Is sitting hunched over the workbench,
An open door gaping in its chest -
It's working tirelessly
At fixing its own heart.

[Faithful Banana]

Thanks for the like InuCassy!

Oh, and apparently I misspelled shoulders. Well... Too bad I can't edit that now. I guess the joke's on me. :/