Another morning ruined.
Stale mouth and sweat
Puking
Cringing
Memories flashing great atrocities.
In a sick aggressive nature
I seek more.
Another morning ruined.
Stale mouth and sweat
Puking
Cringing
Memories flashing great atrocities.
In a sick aggressive nature
I seek more.
6 Comments
spot on gabe,how many mornings just like that(a scary number)enjoyed that
Thank you very much, Colin. I almost started the poem with, “How many mornings?” But I changed it to seem more in-the-moment. Thanks for commenting.
Very succinct and relate-able. I never want to have another morning like that.
Me either! Thank you for commenting.
Gabriel, I can see it, feel it, taste it and cringe because it describes so well what it was like when I was drinking. You are indeed a master of words. I never ever want to experience that again. I totally agree with both you and Julie. The poem started and ended on the perfect note.
Thank you so much Cassandra! That’s awesome!