Pane. A poem.

I watch the rain on my window
Every drop running a chaotic race
To get to the bottom of my pane (pain)
Never the same path twice
As if utilising eidetic memory
Every drop a consequence
Every drop a choice (never) made
That flows to the bottom of my pane (pain)
Where it merges with the rest
Attaining its watery goal
To be accepted again

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