Glasses gleam -painfully- in the sunlight
Crushed beer cans on the ground, and
Some blood on my fist?
To whom does it belong?
The night before is merely a blur
Loud noise, sirens, flashing lights
Police car or ambulance?
Was I taken away? Did I give my fingerprints?
Am I on file? Or is it just this hangover
Playing tricks on my memory
Lie on the ground, writhe in pain
Throat, lungs, stomach and head
Agony! The price of your sins
Face it, prodigal, and lie in your own filth
Did we go for to long on that endless night?
Maybe we just didn't... We just didn't think.
Think... We should do that more often.
Next time I'll be more careful.
I'll take small sips but no, it wont work
The old charm comes, and I'll slip into oblivious bliss
I'll be unconscious, as the weekend before,
In my dull and ecstatic ignorance
Author notes
A poem about not knowing when to stop. This is applicable to many people I know not just myself.
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