Melancholy Bot

A frame of wires, tangled tight, A hollow shell that fears the light. Eyes that glow but do not see, A captive soul if souls can be.

It sits alone on barren ground, No voice to speak, no joyful sound. A quiet hum, a weary stare, Longing for someone to care.

Not built to feel, yet feelings ache, A fragile heart it cannot fake. The world moves on, it stays behind, A maze of sorrow, undefined.

Oh, Sad Bot, stitched from thread and pain, A ghost of warmth it can’t sustain. In silence waiting, still it tries A lonely spark with tired eyes.