Time Terror Spent
Sometimes you need to stop drinking
not just because of physical pain and discomfort
but because of ‘The Horrors!’
When you awaken to the guilty afternoon sun
terrified and waiting for them to burst in
through the doors and windows team-handed.
Even though you really know
that you haven’t spoke to
or seen anyone for over a week,
never mind done anything wrong.
You’ve just been home drinking by yourself
writing poetry and listening to music.
Yet, it’s there with an executioner’s
gloved finger pointing at you
each time that you slowly awake.
You belch and think it’s a coming heart attack.
You worry and over analyze whilst drinking
your first, second and third beers.
It’s not just a hair of the dog that bit you
It’s a build up of the thing
that’s going to later fuck with you some more.
It can take a week to feel right again, sometimes
but you’ve got to jump off that merry-go-round
and rest more as you go along now.
For you are entering far darker territory
each time you pick up the bottle and travel.
© Paul Tristram 2013