I'm a useless record
Sitting upon an old rusted shelf
In the middle of a darkened cage
Where no one can hear my shattered self
I skip over words
Or I chain them as one
My mind is racing with thoughts
But I'm too broken to play them all
Yes, I was once so whole
And I could play words so well
But over the years people used me
And left me broken on the shelf
I once could play beautiful melodies
That indeed was so great
But now my notes are all crooked
And my scars are what remain
Don't bother trying to fix me
Believe me people have tried
But my scratches are too many
And my scars too deep to hide
So yes I'm a useless record
Collecting dust upon an old rusted shelf
In the middle of a darkened cage
Where only I can hear my shattered self
YOU ARE READING
Poems from inside the depths of my head
PoésiePoems and thoughts I think and can't seem to tell anyone without judgement or even belief. These come from the depths of my mind and I apologize if they make you cry.
