Monologue #24

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.
There it goes again
Repeating nonstop
Forever present, ringing
Forever independent

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.
Why does it persist?
This torturous beat
What awful crime have I done?
What sin warrants agony?

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.
Never ending pain
Trapped, immobile, set
Now a broken music box
Now permanently placed, shelved

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.
Wires of life inflamed
Creaky, tired gears
Twined mirrors, dim, blacked out, dark,
Twined scars laid bare, my plea clear

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.
Stroke down in my prime
Not by bullet, car
Or one too many straight
But misery unyielding

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.
Yet it continues
Sustained by hope, love
Family, well-wishers, and more
All come, expectations in tow

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