Poetry

On Repeat

I feel like a VHS tape
At the mercy of the VCR remote
Play, stop, rewind
Play, stop, rewind
Play, pause, play, pause
Pause, pause, pause
Moving in slow-motion
Caught in a loop
I wish the tape would wear out
Or someone would rip it to shreds

I feel like a record
At the mercy of the DJ
Play, scratch, turn
Play, scratch, turn
Play, scratch, play, scratch
Scratch, scratch, scratch
The music moves quickly
Caught up in the beat
I wish the record would wear out
Or permanently scratch

I feel like a Prime playlist
At the mercy of Alexa
Play, fast-forward, pause
Play, fast-forward, pause
Play, bring the past forward
Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle
The songs move at random
Caught up in her voice
I wish she would wear out
Or forget my voice

I feel like an inmate
At the mercy of the warden
At the mercy of my mind
Work, eat, sleep, dream
Caged
On repeat
On repeat
On repeat
I am in solitary confinement
For playing music I actually wanted to hear

Is my Redemption coming?
I wish I would wear out
I wish I could lobotomize myself
Or the thoughts would fade away

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