Meeka

Poor Meeka
mechanamuse

she was made to love Him

built by his very hands

silence

he turns away
because she is not real

because she has a face
not unlike the face of the woman he loves

because she has no purpose other than to seek his love
no purpose other than to be adored by Him
to be touched by Him
to comfort him. . .

and He hates her
because she is not real
because she is not the one. . .
the one he loves

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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