Stuck on repeat.

Okay, so yesterdays blog was a little bit pointless, and consisted of much spamming. But this time I'm at home and Shannon is not here.
So lucky you, you get an actual post with a poem I wrote about five minutes ago! ;o

It's called 'Stuck on repeat'. Let me know what you think. =]

Pull back the clocks; it’s not my choice,

There’s nothing I can do when I’ve lost my voice.

Rerun the day which is fixed in my head,

Oh, forbid that the memory be dead.

Re-pierce my heart with that needle of anguish,

For I am nothing to you, but a being of languish.