Machine

one gear at a time
one lever
one motion repeated over
and over
and over.
a machine

take out the pieces
and fix the parts

change the gears
the gears rust
one by one
they do.
they only fit for a tick
then they decay
and are replaced

sometimes they don't get replaced
and things don't work
the way they should
sometimes the machine can't run
and sometimes it just breaks down.

one day it's going to break down
and they won't have the parts to fix it.

one day.
♠ ♠ ♠
This didn't start as a poem, but it turned into one.
I'm sure if you read it, you realize it's a metaphor.
I'd love to know what you think <3