You were always mine: A poem 

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I am not dumbstruck 

by the vagaries of luck 

I hope you will be mine 

when the weather is fine 

You place your tent 

with my enemies’ consent 

This stifled envy 

to which I am privy 

Thus, I battle through detente 

Chess is a game of patience 

I only scold the stars 

that illuminate my scars 

But I have whiskers of knowledge 

on my instinct’s collage 

that the weather was always fine 

And you were always mine 

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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