Brain Defect

My brain scores defects.
Long denied to be cured,
revealing how I am
what I fear most.
I feel it in my bones
in the cover of darkness.
How much is a blessing?
The box will tell me, I'm sure.
Trying to stay pleasant
when the Earth died.
Will I never watch
a sea kiss the sun?
I say your name,
but you're not around.
Darling, I hope
you come to cure me.