I feel,
like a sad song looping,
it is without lyrics
that I can finally hear
my voice
raise above
the snare drum of another's
beat
banging
banter
violent
violins
repetitive mood swings
cheap performances
Add
a
slow
subtracting
strum
of the guitar
too single
out
in the crowd  
with a crescendo only as
powerful
as the diminuendo
would have been
if only
the record wouldn't have skipped.