craft me a new day

Today is one of those days- which just slipped away.
i dint try hard or harder - to make anything countable
just felt like a weary garland- after a funeral ceremony
for a moment-it seemed the clocks too rested- not in the moment but  after hours disposed
to me I am just thinking- what i am realist about
who i am -where i need to go- what i need to know
the very essence of `this moment` has gone.
i now feel ashamed- that i could not  stir my inner-to churn out something beautiful.
just being here- like each pores of my body- infused with ethereal morbidness. i felt dead-more dead than a dead person.
i simply remember- it was dawn ;a while ago- and now the dusk dusted my sense
i woke up to the melancholy of the weary winter wind and now wrapped with disgust
in my warmth of whiskey
the night wings aloft and conjure with my darkened heart- the nebulous sense of being
torpid - as intoxicated i can be- i would
Senses- makes no sense to me- simply felt like a teeny weeny flame- flickering and struggling against a frost wind that is coming out of soul