I am a Cliche

recent poem I wrote to break a writers block. It's all about recycled metaphors.

My mind is like a typewriter,

where all the keys are stuck.

All my metaphors are,

recycled, refuse, reloaded on the page.

Written before.

My words are like water

regurgitated by a clogged drain, 

filled with lost hair

and broken dreams.

I drown in it.

On them.

Choke,

like the waterboard

of a confused mind.

I am so 

cliche

I'm almost unique.

By: Torrin A. Greathouse

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