Last night I dreamed
I woke up in screams
The room was ill lit
Anxiety hit
Billard balls clacking
Someone is racking
I sit at a bar
The surface is scarred
Initials etched deep
A chill starts to creep
Without words spoken
The barkeep opens
Vodka and he pours
Scent making me mourn
The oath I pledged
My resolve edging
Barkeep passes me
A drink for me, free
My resolve dissolves
Later I will solve
How to explain this
To my dear Misses
One last drink or two
Then more than a few
I woke up ashamed
Basking in self-blame
But what is the worst?
Never ending thirst
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