MY EYES ARE CRUSTY — i DON'T KNOW WHY — HELPLESSLY i'M LEFT TO
BLiNKiNG

i TRY AND TRY AND TRY — i DON'T KNOW WHY — MY THOUGHTS HAVE TROUBLE
THiNKiNG

THROUGH A SOGGY FOG — i DON'T KNOW WHY — SHRiEKiNG SOUNDS ARE
RiNGiNG

A FLEETiNG SHADOW — i DON'T KNOW WHY — COULD THAT BE ME ABOUT AND
MiNGLiNG? 

A FADiNG FiGURE — i DON'T KNOW WHY — HOPE BURNS iN MY SOUL, BUT THERE'S NO
WiNKiNG

OH NO — i DON'T KNOW WHY — iT SETTLES iN MY HEART THiS
iNKLiNG

AGAiN i HAD TOO MUCH — i DON'T KNOW WHY — BUT ALL THE EViDENCE LEADS TO
DRiNKiNG

A poem about waking up after a long night out.

Serie: [ SEELEN|TEXT.] straight from the heart.

WEEKEND-WRiTiNG-PROMPT #470

your opinion?

i'm curious.