Routine - Exploring Brokenness: Poetry on Pain, Anger, and Human Flaws

Routine

They gather together
Pretending that
Everything is okay,
Forced smiles on.

This is the
Only occasion when
They experience some
Semblance of normalcy.

It means so much,
Their routine
Existence so
Thoroughly toxic.

The rest of the year,
They meander in a
Disconcerting whirlwind of
Fear, pain, self-loathing.

This one day is
As close as they are
Able to get to
Sanity.

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Poetry by Guy Farmer