I’m doing time for my misdeeds.
Just sitting here and ticking off the days on my wall.
“Tick! Tick! Tick!”
Sounds of a time passing by.
Life flashing before my eyes.
The backdoor slams constantly.
Fracturing my soul.
Numbing my mind.
Reminding me
to keep the faith,
to work harder,
to accept reality.
I’m doing time for my misdeeds.
The hypercube of my space is so quiet.
I could hear my heart beating.
“Tick! Tick! Tick!”
Can robots have feelings?
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