the dregs of a late-night
hanging over one,
the aftertaste of alcohol
and tobacco,
the flash backs and twinges
of conscience
after loosening
the tongue.
horrifying reverbations
making one squirm:
'did I really say that? '
and 'no! I couldn't have.'
umpteen apologies,
for the umpteenth time,
to be conjured up.
never, ever, again?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hangover, nature's eye opener and body's reminder to make a false promise...never: -)