Treasure Island

Allan Gerard

~Hung Over The Edge~

My heads lying against the sink
I hear the sound of a train coming
The roar of the engine screams
As it devours the tracks underneath

If there is a god please take away this
Feeling that I can't quite seem to shake
I promise not to do this again
But we both know that's a lie

I'm lying here lying to myself
And wondering why I even care to think
I feel drops of the sink spitting on my face
Reminding me that I am not ok

This lights mocking me
With all my strength I mustered up
My hand to show it that I am number 1
Yea, remember that the next time I accidently turn you on

Liquid vices coursing through my veins
Is it me or is it the way you make the ground shake
This earths quaking and wont shut up
Silence never looked as good as it does today

Submitted: Tuesday, August 05, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, August 05, 2014

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Have any of you ever been hungover before?
Well this poem is for you.
With all the sincere seriousness and humor that I can deliver

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  • Diane Hine (8/11/2014 6:36:00 AM)

    That image of the train devouring the track is brilliant - it really drives home the horror of the hangover. (Report) Reply

  • Geetha Jayakumar (8/9/2014 11:36:00 AM)

    Well this poem is not for me....But Humorous write. The first stanza, I thought some one is keeping his head on railway track, may be the intention of committing suicide. But the last stanza cleared all.....
    Smiles.... (Report) Reply

  • Daniel Brick (8/7/2014 5:42:00 AM)

    SILENCE NEVER LOOKED SO GOOD AS IT DOES TODAY. That's a great closing line. It is one idea that may stay with you after sobering up, whether the resolve does is another issue. I expected a disorganized, even incoherent poem. But your mind still asserts itself even though brain functions are clearly unbalanced. Your experience is one of double vision - which is great! - one is coping with with symptoms, the other healthy plans for future. BTW I have Woody Allen's reaction to alcohol. BEFORE I get drunk I get a headache or upset,
    and have to stop drinking. I have built-in temperance, very unusual for a poet! (Report) Reply

  • Monk E. Biz (8/5/2014 5:27:00 PM)

    LMAO while looking down at you while I float by on a cloud
    of temperance! (Report) Reply

    Ed Nigma (8/5/2014 6:10:00 PM)

    Hahaha, touché

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