Broken Record

It is sunny,
yet inside
pouring rain drains me
like wilted plant
I am soggy,
bereft with life
drowned in misery.

Endless stream
flows unceasingly
haunted by past, so uncanny;
like broken record
stocked, unmoved
plays repeatedly.

Strong wind, I pray passes
and drive, and swift
and take it away
break it to dust
spread like stardust
to nowhere it remains untouched.