Words Unspoken
Sierra july
His heart was
made of metal
And, thus, he
couldn't bleed
Unbeknownst
to his makers
He was still
able to read
Other worlds
and living souls
Came alive
through ink and page
Over time his
solid core expanded
Into a vessel
where feeling could grow
Though he
could read
He couldn't
speak
What was in
that metal heart
None would
ever know
Poet's Notes: This is a tale of a robot, made to be
intelligent, but still surpasses his creators' expectations. The sad thing is
that no one will know how great his metallic brain works or that he has
emotions in his mechanical heart because he can't speak his mind. I thought of
this one after hearing about some robots that were created for one purpose and
are excelling at another, as if they learned a new task; a bit of a scary
thought, but amazing nonetheless.
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