Chasing hard through sunlit streams,
Elusive fragments of nightmare dreams,
Sleep has gone, I lie awake,
Sifting memories, what to leave, what to take?
Wine soaked blood running up my veins,
A night of pleasure – yet again!
The morning after, what a drag,
History released, now out of the bag,
Tried to hold the purse strings tight,
Subconsciously, one heck of a fight,
Then alcohol declared a winner,
And now I feel the bigger sinner.
What to do but accept my fate,
Down the first before it gets too late?
The cock has crowed, the sun has risen,
Will someone help me out of my prison?
I made this bed I now lie deep,
So shrug my shoulders and back to sleep.
© Copyright 2016 Robin McShane