20/20 – A Poem

My vision clears after a night,

at least I think it was night. The stars

were covered by clouds, a cool breeze

pulled my hair out of the tight knot it was in.

Loose bangs in my face, clinging to the wet

bottle in my hand

as I take a long sip

and try to forget the troubles of the last

366 days



more times of waking up and finding the last parts of me slipping away like the beer in my hand.


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