Poetry

The Morning After The Night Before

Groggy and disorientated,

You rise from where you dropped

Meander through the maze of

Bodies, bottles and beer cans.

Stagger to the sink and

Gulp down a pint of water

Letting welcomed rain wash through

The parched desert

Reviving the life

The alcohol killed.

Memories come back

Slowly and patchy

Did you really say that?

Did you really do that?

You hear your friend in the

Upstairs bathroom, removing

What made the night great

Outside, searching for air

You discover a cancerous garden,

Cigarette butts littered everywhere.

This is when you start to wonder,

Was it worth it?

Was the fun even real, or just

An alcoholic illusion?

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