Indulgence

I scribble out an I
It's an
Inner burst of a last relationship and
As always being
Invisible to my anger
I take a deep breath,
Walking a night in the sound
i see a star in the sky from my window
And a face of last memory,
The memory clings,
That's what they do,
Clinging tightly to the dark night these radiant memories,
Always as usual I gather myself.
For sometime every night,
I become raw to the I,
Increasing the chaos of my survival pattern.