le quinzième

Being so aware
But out of control
Gasping for the air
The last few drinks stole

Hitting the hard floor
Then being pulled up
Always wanting more
You refill your cup

Your throat fills with bile
The window appears
Still vomiting while
They hand you more beers

As the whole room blurs
Mind’s starting to slip
The aching gets worse
Life loses its grip

Faces all around
Uncomprehensive
There is no more sound
You’re failing to live

Yet all is not lost
Consciousness returns
This time at what cost
Your whole body burns

Your brain shakes and throbs
Your legs will not move
Your frame racked with sobs
You wait to improve

Your balance is back
Your vision is too
An empty six pack
Stares straight back at you

The clock tells you ten
Your hair and clothes reek
You’ll be here again
The same time next week