Relapsing

Looping

Hours from now

The day shall look as it has

Only nature covers the façade

Painting fresh coats atop the

Broken, dilapidating walls

I call a home

Shells of ideas kindle notions,

Faltered and collapsed desire

That the societal norm will convert to

A system of measurement

More adaptable to the relapsing

Conducive to a fragile kind,

A well learned place for one like I

Relapse, adapt and revise,

A memory can be altered

To suit the conditional mind,

Reload, prologues and overtures

For the coda of the forgotten soul,

Another opportunity to rise

The only straw of hope left as I

Shepherd my way through the night