I think I have recovered

That I'm functioning well

That normality has taken up residence

Then:

I hear the sounds of a forgotten song

The breeze attacks with historical perfumes

A colour combination

Installs a sick sensation

My stomach churns

My heart burns

My head learns

This malady will never go away

It's here to stay

Today

And every day

As I take another step

Toward Death.

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Owain Glyn