The room looks lonely now
In despair of the nights activity
Bedraggled and covered
With spilt alcohol and ash
Shrivelled balloons litter the halls
And stick to table and chair
And what’s that over there?
Wistful... like the end of a movie... I can almost hear the fading music in the background. Well written. Yuri
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Brilliant, JT. A fascinating read, conveying a sense of sadness and dread. Both of which I have felt after parties, God knows. Erin Go Bragh, Don