The Record Player Spins Still Poem by Kim Jones

The Record Player Spins Still



Waking up from this dream,
This delusional care,
Stemming from regret and denial,
Of the goodbye that could never exist,
Yet I tried to force it to breathe,
And my life crashes down,
Through the tears,
Comes a realization,
And a fear,
Of the impossible,
Maybe it's time to leave,
Maybe it's time to stop this pattern,
Maybe it's time to move on.

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