Impasse again…

Raspy like warm red wine that trickles down my throat
Grainy like pear flesh on my tongue
Viscous like cold honey stored in an ancient jar
Stingy like sunlight in my sleepless eyes
Numb like an ignored callus
Bruised like an insulted heart
Tearful like a fallen man

Insanely painful as lime in a freshly made paper cut
Life, you got me again. You win this time.