1
One foot
in front of the other,
Step by clumsy
step I plod.
Signs blur.
My eyes straining to gain
Clarity.
2
The world
sits on a tilt-o-wheel.
Darkness
surrounds me like closed eyes.
Afraid and
Inebriated
I trudge
on.
3
Succumbing
to sickness I throw
Up and
down I look
Searching
for anyone to help:
Fun house
mirrored faces.
There’s no
one.
4
Covered in
vomit I lie down
The grass
like nails
On my skin.
Alone and lost I
Accept
death.
5
Through
cracked eyes the brightness of day
Shines on flushed
cheeks.
Sober yet
hung-over, I rise.
Who am I?
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