Black Out

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No Eyelids

 

Awake, to piece together

yester night's black out drunk

proves to be a fun little task.

 

Drowned in whiskey, feeling

rather light-feathered, my memory

deceives me blurry;

 

so I question those who knows

what exactly happened, whether

my persona was in shambles?

 

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Stephen's picture

Well written.

This poem reminds me of 25 years of my life. I have been sober 27 years but sometimes I must be reminded.  Thanks for the memory.