Intoxicated Throes

Upon every September,
I will remember.
When autumn begins to breach,
And the cold begins to reach,
I'll ponder upon memories that cling like a leech.
I promise tears won't fall,
As I reach for more alcohol.
It seems so saddening,
And God, is it maddening.
No matter how many years pass,
This isn't something I can bypass.
Try as I may,
I can't help the disarray of dismay.
Ever since you two passed away...
Damn it,
I still curse each day.
I promised no tears,
And I've migrated to something stronger than beers.
But don't feel bad for me,
Or my drowning sobriety.
When September comes to an end,
In comparison,
The hangover will be a Godsend.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[just_a_writer__]

Such a good poem. It has a lot of emotion in it.

[SSKaitlyn]

Thank you!