echo
i repeat
i repeat
i repeat a lot in my poems
it’s annoying
it’s frustrating
who cares? who cares?
why do i repeat myself?
could it be reality?
could it be ocd?
could it be fear of forgetting?
why do i repeat myself?
perhaps if i keep repeating,
someone will hear
perhaps if i speak up,
someone will hear
again and again and again and again and again
quickly i feel as if i’ve been falling this whole time
maybe i’ve landed a few times
into different dimensions
each year feels the same, yet
every day feels like a new battle
week after week
same thing
different thing
it’s repeating differently
every cord is the same, yet there’s something off
perhaps it’s untuned
each time you play, it wares out more and more
and what was once a beautiful melody
now haunts the back of your head
our head
my head
repeating
im repeating again
