A miserable ringing
Pierces savagely
An awful throbbing
That catapults the sullen frame

A child of excess
Begrudgingly ascends
With mangy locks
And eyes fastened shut

Agony proclaims
Echoing, through Sunday’s embrace
Where the morning sun pries
Peering at heedless decay

The slurring wreckage
Unnerved by the swerve of day
The ocean of turmoil
We brave through and through

Faithfully numb
He coasts these daily waves
Not knowing he tussles
That he flounders
With desperate vigor

He hopelessly strives
To carefully evade
The menacing bloom
Of his bitter and lucid thoughts