A throbbing head wondering where you are
with slow thoughts you remember
it is New Years day everything looks bleak
this not being such a good start
how cold and damp where you had laid
lifting your head nerves frayed!
Glancing about there in the morning air
several others beside you
an awful smell of booze and stale vomit
makes your stomach churn
rising with pain to your feet on wobbly legs
bottle in hand with a few dregs!
Swigging that down making you feel worse
focusing your tired blurry eyes
trying to rouse those prostrate on the ground
recognising some others no idea
a girl looked familiar then an awful flash back
had he proposed not the right tack!
Not certain who any of them here could be
on rubbery extremities they stood up
noticing it was a fly tip rubbish everywhere
was it near the last port of call
each still under the influence of all the drink
guiding them to the nearest taxi link!
Unable to remember anything of last night
as the frost began to bite
a strange red sky greeted the weary band
as they walked in the wasteland
welcoming in another bloody new year
longing for more spirits and beer!
Will it be A Happy 2018?
#TheFoureyedPoet.
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Author:
Malctg (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Another new year had arrived a band of young people awoke still drunk in a garbage dump with an ominous sky and uncertain future as they made their way home!#TheFoureyedPoet.
- Category: Fantasy
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