Hurt Locker

Side to uncomfortable side,

Spinning, oh God, everything is spinning.

Thoughts racing through my mind,

Contributing to a massive migraine.

Thoughts running wild about the nights events,

What happened; what closed the nights end?

Blacked out I did before the party fizzled,

This morning I am so miserable.

Did I partake in things I already regret,

Do I need to apologize for things I have said?

Have I blurred lines once black and white,

How many chapter endings did I rewrite?

My memory has forsaken me,

Will not let me hear, smell, fear, or see.

Images from the occurrence,

When I was under the influence.

Maybe this is to spare me from,

All the pain and shame that comes.

Comes from burying my head deep in the bottle,

Not looking back; hitting the throttle.

Until pain I feel no more,

And away I fly; to heights I soar.

Escaping for the moment,

The moment seemed worth this bedridden torment.

But the morning after the temporary fix,

Emotions all over the place; emotions mixed.

Physical pain; only time to think,

Swearing never to pick up another drink.