Battery
I wake I wake I wake
Can’t see
In darkness, pain, total agony
My nerves, they scream, betraying me
My heart still pounds, but not for me
I hear I hear I hear
Barely
Pounding footsteps, comrades scream
Moving forward, ceaselessly
Through battlefields well known to me
I struggle, struggle, struggle free
Welded restraints still binding me
Failing to wake from this dream
Marching forwards for eternity
I cry I cry I cry
I weep
No funerals for men like me
Lamenting all that I could be
Now all I am is a battery
I fade I fade I fade
You see
I tried, but I can’t be sorry
No loving God created me
Forever one with the machine
just had an absolutely insane realization
this was not a conscious decision on my part, but an extremely interesting coincidence or subconscious choice i seem to have made
my poem seems to perfectly match parts of this scottish children’s song from the 1950s, which makes it all the more unsettling
i’m not quite sure what to make of this
