I wake up and I am blinded;
The sun, a glaring enemy,
Reaches its burning fingers down
To touch this small, shivering soul.
I stumble away from the place,
Moved by terror and by surprise.
Each footstep makes my head hurt worse.
Last night is just a hazy blur;
I recall laughter, dancing, smiles.
My memory is a black smudge.
People I do not know greet me.
Their faces are bathed in shadow,
Mirages of a past nightmare.
Someone calls out, cursing my name;
I reply but don’t sound like me.
As I pass there are giggles, glares;
What the hell did I do last night?
I lick my lips and taste whiskey;
I know that wasn’t all I drank.
I notice that my clothes are soaked;
One whiff and I know what it is.
I wince and go to the bathroom;
I try to wash the stench away.
There’s a person in the mirror
That looks nothing at all like me;
There are bruises under the eyes,
Cuts on the swollen purple lips.
I leave and grab my pounding head;
The pain is familiar but cruel.
My vows to stop drinking, broken,
Lie stricken on the ground that spins,
Like a haunted merry-go-round.