Hung Over

You can be wherever and whenever, but at times you cannot remember how you got there.

Teary red eyes gaze at the night sky

Slowly reaching for something high

He closed his eyes for a second

But lasted longer than a minute

His head resting on the wet grass

He was too tired even if it was broken glass


He woke up with a dirt stain on his face

Unsure how he ended up in such a place

His back was sore and mouth dry

His eyes blinded by the clear morning sky

Head pounding unable to keep his balance

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