Always The Same

What is drawn

in the fleeting

light I do feel it

needs repeating.

All is not fine I

cope in my own

little ways I stay;

routines known.

Back to the cry

I’ve kept all time

inside my mind

is you so divine.

I am not normal

without a formal

memory eternal,

I am so terminal.

Incurable I sing

for the day bring

moments to sting;

I like a reckoning.

Search I a balance

as if I were galant

but I’m not I vent

until I’ve found it.

Here you are dear,

your light appears.

Part a cloud clear;

my angst and fear.

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