'The Night Before' (Sequel To: 'The Morning After') Poem by Linda Winchell

“The Night Before”

Your morning after, was just your day before!
Lost in a stupor, by some drink that you poured!
Taking you to places, where you have never once been
Lost in the arms of, a lost creature in sin!

Slipping out in, the darkness of night
Trying to be quiet, with your wingless of flight!
Reaching and grasping, with car keys in hand
Trying to flee, the dreaded, stranger of man!

Arrive at homes door, and open to see
Looking in your hall mirror
Not liking what, it is that you see!

Hair all in tangles, a strange smell and taste in your mouth!
As hard as you try to erase it, you cannot get it all out!

Still all sticking memories, in the back of your mind
Given only the hope, it will go away with, just time.
“What am I doing? ” Creating this injustice, unto myself?
“Am I that weak of faith, that I’ve stripped now, all of self?

The mornings after, are but those, many nights long before!
As you try to reach for the exit, never keeping mornings of score!
“Help me oh Lord! ” hide from my eyes! ”
“This vision in the mirror is now, but my nightmares surprise! “

Copyright 2008