Poem: Artificial

Broken down, recombined into something you neither expected...or wanted. 



Words broken down
recombined
into a pleasing appearance
with no soul.

When you release it
to the world
you let go of a
part of yourself.

You smile bitterly
in pride and joy
as it takes on a life
of its own.

But when that life
is collected by hands
twisted and spit out
"Hey look what I've done!"

A grotesque mockery
of what it was
a hollow reflection
of what you accomplished.

Congratulations
your lovely creation
has been destroyed
by the soulless machine.