hungover on fermented sorrows

hungover on
these insipid sorrows
that inebriated
my scattered heart
incapable of finding
my footing as the rain
washes out the choir
of chriping birds
wrapped up in gray
uncertain of what it is
pulling me deeper
into this fugue

how many times
did i sleeplessly send
my adorations out into
the emptiness as
sleep escaped my
fragile grasp
to be pummeled by the
over reaching silence
as i stumbled my way
through another
failed attempt at rest
seeking the right combination
of earnest affection
in desperate cries
to shut down the whispers
of my own failures

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