(Poetry) Echolalia

Welcome to the Memory Zone
Home of thoughts discarded
Home of memories dearly imparted
Passed down through history
Passed along through melody
An echoing of times forgotten
A home for orphaned imagery
A melody of onomatopoeia
Gee, it sure is nice to see ya
These thoughts which surface once again
Dreams and nightmares blend together
In unending medley
A symphony of alliteration
Pointless instrumentation
Meaningless stimulation
Ceaseless repetition
Sensations here to taunt me
Haunt me like a broken record
Replaying the same three notes forever and ever and ever and ever
It’s not worth the effort
To fight them
So let them go freely
Lest they make a mockery
Of peace and tranquility
No tomfoolery for me thanks
I’ve had enough already