No Broken Record

I’m like a broken record. I repeat the same rhymes. The subject isn’t worthy of vinyl, more like a pilot without a sequel. I rewrite script, but certain words repeat like the thoughts of an unsolved mystery, leaving visions of painful imagery. Oh wait, once again—turn back the page and erase that word. How many more times will you intertwine that line within your rhymes? Once the mystery is solved!

Matt Brown | Evolving Poet