I am the record that plays repeatedly
The one that never gets pass the first word
I start to spin but jerk back to the beginning
I don't progress beyond the first syllable
And try again and again
But I stop myself and then persist
Attempting to breach the beginning
This record is broken
Doomed to reiterate itself
I do not stop
It never ends
I jerk back and forth swaying like the rattle in a babes hand
My road leads no further
I pull myself up off the plate
And sit myself to the side
As it spins at eye-line
Broken sticks do not get to make music
So I watch as others play theirs
While I can not play mine
YOU ARE READING
Scattered
PoetryThis is some of my creative writing. It's a collection a poems I hope you enjoy. Please vote and share your thoughts!
