my paper thin soul tore in the breeze of fermented failings

my sense of self worthlessness seems insurmountable today

i am lost, listless, languishing in lilac daydreams in an ocean of sorrow, the tides seek to pull me under but natural buoyancy keeps my nose just above the surface of foam tipped waves of heady dismissal

no more falling down the lush hills of momentary bliss, no more hands outstretched to the silky sunlight shaking through gray edged clouds of another stormy sadness, the blue sky of hope becomes a pallid gray nightmare of reality

my paper thin soul tore in the breeze of fermented failings

my sense of self worthlessness seems insurmountable today