As I awoke in my pit of despair
Laid out on the floor as a carcas left to rot
The flies were probably seeking their next meal
I was probably an eternity after the expiration date
Clutching my head as if it mattered
The afternoon sun pulsing through the dreary nets
The burning rays on my brow
Self pity was on my lips from the night before
Somewhere between the cheapest vodka and the stains on my shirt
A stream of bottles littered the floor
If only it was a river with a breakneck current
I wish it would suck me in never to return to my hell
Why is there always a next time?
An afternoon awakening sunrise
Maybe the next time I lose myself in the bottle
I can disappear for good
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Listerslyrics 
what an interesting contrast, this poem and your ending salutation “…have a great day!” thank you for sharing both darkness and light :}
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Thank you, so happy for a comment
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yes! i am surprised on my own blogging how it does take some time for comments to arrive…
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