Vicious Cycle

Eyes opened, disoriented, “what’s the time now?”

Somewhere out there, she’s probably sleeping; or not?

 

Head paining, like a million nails being hammered in,

How much and what was the drink last night?

 

Awareness slowly creeping, senses awakening,

And his question “did I take my clothes off?”

 

On the other side of the bed he turned and looked,

And in his head he said: “this doesn’t look so good.”

 

Out of bed to the bathroom, while flooded of last night’s events;

He told himself, “It’s probably best for her not to know” for the nth time.

 

“It was the alcohol” that’s you convincing yourself, bypassing your guilt.

But you know extremely well; this is your vicious cycle unrevealed yet.

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