1 July 2012
He rolls back over to his glass of vodka,
As if worried that it'd gone away.
Take a sip, feeling it bite back.
It chases the thoughts and makes them play.
Oh sure it can make him happy...
But it's only a temporary forget.
And in the morning comes that sudden rush
Of knowing what he now regrets.
©Odd
Regrets • Opuss № I