Post Celebration Blues
Every single time
Wow what a night
Boy did we have a good time
A celebration to end all celebrations
As was our due
We’d put in the hard yards
Fought for what we needed and won.
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Then the sun rises
With reality of a new day
Waking with a frown instead of a smile
Thoughts tumbling
Full of agonising regrets
Feelings that beat me black and blue.
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It’s just not right
The voice inside my mind
No reason to hang my head in shame
Yes I did have fun
That’s not against the law
It’s certainly no reason for all this pain.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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