Old Broken Record of Words

very new. like so new i don't even know if there are grammatical mistakes or if its just one big mistake haha. [=

 

I’ve grown into something I’ve feared

Into the one thing that has always frightened

me to the very core of my being

 

I’ve become a broken record trying

to tell a story

that refuses to be told

 

it refuses to let go of my mind

instead only finding deeper

hiding places within me

 

taunting me to no end

letting me relive

moments of muted pain

 

“You’ll never forget

You’ll never let go

You’ll never move on

I’ll never let you…”

 

No pleading

No cry for help

Nothing will end this

Broken record of a story

 

It seeps into

my untarnished thoughts

blackening them

with its silent rage

 

A quiet anger

Of being ignored

Of being left out

 

It tells itself to me

over and over

intensified now

as it has found its prize in my

tears

 

Until dashed away by soft laughter; mine

refusing to realize its repetitive play has begun to end

screaming mentally within

threatening to become something

that shall never exist

 

To replay a dulled pain

To one who has been numb

To flaunt a power that is no more

 

my thoughts have survived

my words have come back

my hands will tell

stories that need to be told

 

Without any hurt

Without any tears

I’ll tell you a story

 

Of an old broken record

Of words that refused to let go

Of words that faded away

& remain only slightly as

Small scars

Reviews

[.:Naiira Harlow:.]

There are a few grammer errors, but it doesn't take away from the poem as a whole. Its a very sad piece. It makes me feel like these memorys have been picked up and the dust blown off as you think about them. I like the feeling! Nicely done!
-Twilight