Cinema man

My head’s stuck

Forever in one moment

I can’t grasp it

But I can watch it

From the inside

My memory is unrealiable

I roll through the tapes

On a white screen

Blurred Images

Tampered with scenes

black silhouettes of men

I can see their laughter

I can feel my pain

It’s so real

It’s playing again

The Cinema Man

Repeating the same tapes

Over and over

Tampering with my memory

My reality

 

 

Author: Jack Bennett

Born and raised in Torquay, England. 22 years old. Teeming with thoughts that need an outlet, working a full time job at his local supermarket. Unfortunately born a poet, he will most likely suffer from this contradiction most of his life.

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