Wobbly headed, seeing double, slow to react,
Will my head float away if I don’t hold it down?
Speech tripping, tongue thickened,
Can I drink anymore!
Eyelids threaten to close as I walk,
The worlds in slow mo,
Sleep beckons with seductive charms,
Can I drink anymore?
I thought drinking was a panacea to forgetfulness,
No one told me that I would remember more vividly,
What brought me to this state in the first place!
Can I drink anymore?
What joy, what sorrow, what bliss,
Is this it?
Drinking to forget and remembering more,
Can I drink anymore?
Anita Atina
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-ode-to-being-drunk/
