In The Drunken Hour Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro

In The Drunken Hour



In the drunken hour
I searched for purpose.
Maybe a hobby, or a job
but all I got was you.

I loved how you didn’t care
suffering was your generosity.
In this haze of smoke
where has my time gone?

Bereft of who I am
your hands feel cold.
My life sunk deeper
my smile is vapor.

Tonight I give up
purpose is a sham.
I am miserable;
the heavens said so.

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