droughtful

it has been
pouring
for the last
couple hours
lightning
lighting up
the dour night
of constant
pattering drops
assaulted by
thunderous doubts
all of the
hard work
i accomplished
during the day
feels emptied
of value
as the headache
cinches tightly
the non-stop
precipitation
feels like
ball peen hammers
against my
throbbing temples.

i shouldn’t
bother
listening to
myself when
the pain filters
everything
into ugliness
but it is near
impossible
to drown out
the bellowing
laughter of
insipid defeats
unoccured
when they haunt
your own mind.

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