Hangover Poem by William F Glennon

I am so sick of
learning to block out the past
from the present.

If I didn't have enough to give.
Having little strength to forgive.

History is a boomerang hitting my face.
The memories might fade but never do erase.

The drugs and drink numb the pain.
It's easy to look for someone to blame.

You never could cure the hangover, or break
the chains from yesterday. You're struggles
will bring you closer to death.
Learning to pray might help you one day.