Siren's Call.

Cloudy mind on a sunny morning, the hangover of emotions still resonates within me in a dour and regretful ache.  Patience is a powerful, yet painful defense, and lying in this uncomfortable bed of worry, I abuse myself with the flagellations of self-doubt.  Confidence is far less easy to operate when your eyes are closed.  Sleep, the only viable escape, beckons like a former lover, and a sadness wraps around me as I give in to her desire.