In awe and angst, my Mind exploding-
Near to truth, but nothing knowing!
In Sadness sought, my Soul is sewing;
Weaving woes my Heart bestowing
Exhausted brain, too drained for thinking,
For in Wells of Worry I am sinking...
I might as well just keep on drinking-
And all around me, Poets singing
Songs of old and tunes of yore-
Words that torch me to my core
One more draught, dropped to the floor,
And I can hear their Hymns no more...
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