Re-Write

I hate how my mind is stuck a few months back.

I’m tired o writing poems about the same things, the same people.

But when I sit to write I ask whats got my fire going?

Whats my mind on?

Instead of today or yesterday

It’s months far gone.

And I try to write what happened today

But the words just don’t flow.

It all seems wrong

And I can’t let go.

I don’t want to rework these tears,

These smiles,

These moments

Over and over

And over and over

And over and over

And over and over

And over and over

And over and over

Again.