A Memory Poem by Dama Tristeza

I took a shot,
Or maybe two;
Something to take away this thought.

Now I've got to wait it out,
'Cause I'm too dizzy to walk about.
Unfortunately, it didn't help,
My misery has turned to agony.

In darkness I sit, unable to cry;
A curse bestowed by this life of mine.
When finally the tears do spill,
They're blacker than night and hotter than h*ll.

Pain is making me numb, you see.
All because of a memory.