(un)titled sorrow VIII

it
weighs
heavily
today

a
stone wheel
slowly
grinding me
from
man to meat
from
flesh to failing

sitting
in my skull
tap tapping away
the
many
flaws
from
cracks to crevices
bending
hope to hopeless

obliterates
as it
alliterates

casting
dream to dreary

i soak
in
the piss warm waters
of
wavering
wistful
wants

sinking beneath

the
reticent reminders
reality
and
regurgitated relapse
remain
regretfully
rejoined

so
i let go
of
harboring hope

of
what is
and
what
shall never be

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