Hungover Morning Poem by Matt Render

Another hungover morning
With eyes held together
Cobwebs of reverie
Oblivion and dread.
Displaced shards of dreams
Strewn along the bed
The broken glass of memories
The words all left unsaid
Tangled in the sheets
Like suffocating weeds
There's a hole inside my heart
And a hole inside my head

I can hear when Jesus wept
For a suffering without end
As prayers remain unsent
And all the healing never mends
An old man's sighs
A baby's cries
As the light breaks through again
As the light breaks through again