Nothing but a Metaphor
I sing this song over and over,
And the waves come falling down,
So, the song keeps getting sung,
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a thousand times in my head.
The words are the same,
never any variation –
the same redundant melody,
ringing in my ears.
It’s the same goddamn memory,
driving me insane.
All the time,
everyday – wherever.
in rhythm with the beat.
Nothing but a metaphor,
for the bitter tears,
haunting unruly nights.
a thousands times in my head.
Broken Record Syndrome
– linking with the shatter of my heart.
And the knife twists upward
- ripping open the scar.
This wound I’ve tried to heal,
a thousand times over.
It festers; it bleeds.
Within my soul,
it sickens me.
So the endless song continues,
waves crashing to the beat.
digging deeper within.
This is my curse,
my doom for the time being.
Then the song,
ringing a thousand times over
will fade,
and I’ll begin to sing
…anew.