The Robot’s Lament

My mind whirls, made of cogs and wires

Never resting, never pausing

Running diagnostics, analysing data

It never ends

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Only when the wires are burnt out

And the cogs worn down

Will I get the chance to stop

*

Only then, when I am of no use

Beyond repair and require replacing

Will they put me aside

And allow me to rest

Forever

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This was written for Day 23 of “A Month of Mini Writing Challenges“.  See this page here for more details and a list of prompts.