Life, like a cassette tape,
gets tangled and twisted,
through the stereo deck.
It gets caught in a trap
of twisting, turning
wheels and cogs.
Pulled taught, ready to snap,
it snakes out
all over the surface.
It's innards on display
for all to see,
like a gutted man laying on
the slab.
Too right, the Joker sings
through death grin,
painted cheek to cheek,
and I'm here a clown, left bereft,
basically broken beyond saving,
save for the sounds
that sing through
my crumbling mind.
Until I find a pen
and start to rewind.
Thanks for reading
Endless Nightmares out now
300 pages of horror themed poetic storytelling
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100+ all new poems not shared here before.
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Peace, Love and Poetry
Kyle
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