The Hangover

How is it that the last one is always one too many?

Or was it the one before that?

When the ability to reason was removed


How can you decide to play with death

Only a week after making the bold declaration

That you are no longer interested in such things?


How can you put yourself in a situation

Where your plans are threatened

Just because you chose to sink

A little further into the depths?


At the time it felt so right

But in the now, death warmed up

So you plot, to start anew

Yet you know, that in your power

You will never start anew


So the circle continues

Until the day you decide to look outside

For the power to start anew




Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Website Powered by

Up ↑

The Lexicon

Supermassive black hole poetry.

Elsie LMC

Take a chance and see where it takes you! ✨


Pen to paper


reconstruction + emotional health



Victoria Stuart's Blog

How Deep It Goes


The journey of a thousand miles, begins with a single step...x


A Life's Worth of Observations from a Songwriter and Sound Engineer

Shawn L. Bird

Original poetry, commentary, and fiction. All copyrights reserved.

%d bloggers like this: