The cramps in my stomach
are getting worse
while my head is heavy
and my mouth is dry from thirst.
Daylight is breaking
through the curtains,
this is the day
I will die for certain.
I am not suffering from
some catastrophic illness
but at the moment
I cannot see a path towards wellness.
A few too many glasses of wine
has led to this predicament,
flat on my back
feeling far from omnipotent.
My head is full of regret
that I was not stronger
because the older I get,
my hangovers last longer.
Great post 😁
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well i have never tried drink so never experienced hangover but i enjoyed your write
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I love how dark and deep your poems are. Your an amazing poet. I hope everything is well though ❤️
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Wow!! I don’t know why I can’t explain how I feel. Maybe it’s hangover from your poem. It is gonna last longer in my mind.
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