Robotic Floating
She is opaque, at best she is vague,
living in a state of robotic floating.
She wonders if she could borrow emotion
from those whose moods are overflowing.
She feels fake, a skilled adult impostor
constantly fostering a false decorum.
Her life stirs in seasons of autumn
but her grown up has yet to blossom.
Her sleep is a vacation from immune,
dreaming in deep, emotive grooves.
Her awake is in a concrete room
where neutral moods never move.
She wonders when life withdrew
and she assumed an isolated cocoon.
She still sips life in small spoonfuls
that she chases with hope subdued.
... CayCay
February 4, 2017
Copyright © Caycay Jennings | Year Posted 2017
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