Dawn & Dusk

A lament

You carry the broken record
Everywhere that you go
You despise every vocal
You despise every note

You hide it behind your back
As you joke about your day
It’s when you head up to your room
That you let the record play

A screeching sound begins
Piercing your soul like a knife
Then the disjointed lyrics start
The nasty comments about your life

So there you sit,
With tears in your eyes
As the words repeat
Become etched in your mind

And then, reluctantly
You begin to sing along
Though the record has long stopped playing
You keep carrying on