there's this
broken tape
recorder
in my head,
blinding me
from possibilities,
trapping me
in a seemingly infinite
purgatory,
urging me to silence
it by welcoming
death,
teasing me
with professors
who's lessons
i never met
with the
justice they
deserved.

there's this
broken camera
inside my head,
looping lesser
moments
of a lowly life,
etching memories
meant to move me
forward,
filtering
the drive
meant to
carry me onward.

there's this
broken film
in my head,
seeking the death
of the dishonour
it has bestowed,
haunting me
with devils
long exorcised.

hollowness inside
a yearn to be filled with hope
a hopeless wanting