Hangover

Hangover

A Poem by The Poet of Black Wings

Foggy,
Muddled,
Painful.
Each movement,
Taxing.
Every thought,
About pain.

Taxing on the body,
Distraction to the mind.
The form recoils
And spits out
Strang liquids.
Taxation raised high.
The price of
Fun.

Regret,
Is the first thing.
A drink
Is the second.
Then stories.
Desperately trying to
Remember the events
Prior to now.

Regardless of
Anything.
The suffering,
The consequence,
We go back,
Learning what we do
Without fear.
The punishment
Inconsequential to
Our desire.

© 2016 The Poet of Black Wings


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Added on May 20, 2016
Last Updated on May 20, 2016
Tags: Drunk, hangover, booze, beer

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The Poet of Black Wings
The Poet of Black Wings

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i hope my poems, among other writings, will speak for me. Edit - Full disclosure, if you ask me to read something, I will, and I'll be brutally honest about what I think about it. So, be ready for .. more..

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