Middle Night

I’ve been woken by angry drunk shouts by youthful lushes outside in the streets and the collapsing mounds of trash caused by stumbling drunk men will not cease clamoring. Men shout angry about what I cannot understand, but the drunken hopeless sadness outside my window refuses to quiet itself and persists through my now sleepless night. Of all those who’ve passed my window, I heard a group of three laughing together and the rest argued, shouted, mourned their lives staggering drunk and oblivious with nothing accomplished tonight except another lost mind to Soju and Cass. Now I lay here unable to drift away from the invading noise from outside, but certainly this can’t be everything..