Old Movies
Form: Italian Octave
The reruns of movies play on the brain
Yet they’re memories buried in my head
Playing again and filling me with dread
And I wonder the ‘I must be insane’
For my body is reliving the pain
Curled up on the floor hoping I am dead
With my face weeping out its tears in red
My spirit dying with nothing to gain
©JezzieG2023
A Garret Poet 