Broken Record Poem by Zunda Wezi Chibwe

fire burnt with desire,
emotion finaly to retaire,
the sound of the song so sweet,
its dance so easy on two feet,
before we could see its end meet,
a sudden silence forced all dancers to retreat,
thus began the story of the broken record, its uniqueness fortold,
in its presence curtains are drawn,
on stage surprises and deeds unknown,
all conciousness overthrown,
surpasses all fashion,
causes massive distruction, borken record the reason for my depression, courageously i follow you,
instantenuosly pain follows through,
out of me you made a fool,
but still you remain my golden rule,
my record tho broken is my favourite food, read between the lines,
we see and read the signs,
misinterpretation is inevitable,
however probability is acceptable,
some day my broken record will be playable,
on that day my dance and joy will be inexpressible.