i repeat myself

I wonder of the last meaningful word I’ll utter, mutter,
perhaps merely think of, for that matter,
if I have lost the desire or ability to speak.

As a baby, I know for sure,
repetition formed my world.
Habits grew.

The least most era, spiked around my teens.
But since then, an ever decreasing and spiralling descent has closed in around me
with usage of the same words and phrases, the same dialogues and stories.

My time will come, when without realising I tell my own children,
of an episode I have told to them only a short while before.
I can imagine their patient faces.

Unless, I am able to do an unknown, unspecified thing about this now,
stop all this repeating
and say something new.

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