Poetic Sorrow and Drunkenness

In the tavern's dim-lit haze, I drown in sorrow's sea,
A drunkard lost in memories, aching, can't find ease.
Each glass, a bitter refuge, each sip a silent plea,
To wash away the sadness, to set my spirit free.

But in the amber liquid, I find no sweet release,
For sorrow's grip grows tighter, and never seems to cease.
I stumble through the darkness, in this drunken daze,
Searching for some solace, longing for brighter days.

Oh, how the night is endless, and my heart is torn,
As I chase away the shadows, in a world forlorn.
The stars above, they twinkle, but I can't see the skies,
For in this sea of sadness, all that's left are cries.

Yet, I'll keep on drinking, till the dawn breaks through,
Hoping that someday, I'll find some peace anew.
For even in my sorrow, in this endless night,
I'll cling to fading hope, till morning's gentle light.