April 7, 2022: Time to become a new man again

Woke up wanting
to become a new man

The birds were singing,
mockingly tweeting
while fragments of pointless conversations
and choruses from the night before
ricocheted in my head.

Memories blown to shreds.
Everything fleeting
except regret.

Thoughts – whirlwinds
in my crumbling mind! –
were like propelled balls
in a pinball machine.

I was crying, “God…  
Was I playing
beer pong?
I was. I kept on playing
beer pong,
losing almost every game.”

The birds were singing,
“He must become a new,
new man.
The man he is now
is self-destructing.”

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