Blurred Vision

Ode to drinking

"I know not where I'm going,
Nor the place from which I left,
My memory has been ransacked,
In the cruelest possible theft.

His first act was to feed me,
A liquor so divine,
And then he reached inside the clock,
To turn the hands of time.

Minutes felt like seconds,
And seconds felt like days,
At once he had succeeded
To put me in a daze.

I know not what has happened,
But it did not go as planned,
And now I stumble frantically,
With blood upon my hands.

I feel no cuts or bruises,
Just the knowledge I should run,
But I know that I am spinning,
In a world that no one spun.

And he is left inside me,
The thief trying to break free,
I clutch my chest and start to wretch,
As the poison tries to flee.

I know I won't remember,
I hope I never will,
But one thing that I do know,
Is that I'll never let it spill.

Not a drop shall touch my throat again,
Now I know it's plan,
I don't want to feel like this,
I no longer think I can.

So let this be a warning,
That booze will draw its sword,
At first it lets you play with it,
But it will maim you afterward.

I know not where I'm going,
The place I left is out of sight,
But I know I'll never drink again,
Until tomorrow night."

Again, a bit scattered, but I'm hungover and I wrote half of this walking about Sainsburies, so frankly I don't care - except maybe the penultimate stanza, that one is making me queasy and my rhyming of days with daze, but it's all I got!

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