Rituals
of burnt tongues
sipping on hot tea,
gushing over
post midnight talks of
adventures,
noble pursuits,
and wanting to live life to the fullest.
Have been abandoned.
We have been
hurled into
a hurricane
of misfortune,
the pain of our scathed tongues
pales in comparison
to the burn of
apathy.
So we gave up our armour.
3am warriors
no more.
Because
staying up
late into the night
no longer brings comfort,
it only promises a morning
after
in which we are
too tired
to humour ourselves in trying
to find the silver lining.