Sobriety. What a Bad Idea

I'm usually drunk at this time of evening.
There's quite a bit to be said for that.
My outlook is brighter. What I can do
Is diminished. There's no point to trying
Too hard. I make dinners I don't recall
Eating, befogged. I stagger to bed
And go quickly to sleep. I'm concerned
That, tonight, I won't like what I'm
Making, won't fall asleep easily. I'll
Lay in bed, a bad taste in my mouth,
Thinking I'd have been better off drunk.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-04-16 at 01:41

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Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
Perhaps the kind of life some people enjoy living ;) Feels good to be unsober from time to time!