Hanging On a Hangover
He's after the morning after,
struggles to stand and stagger
with the throng toward a train,
with migraine addling his brain;
stares blankly, blank-faced city,
this hurrying horde of humanity,
seems, though among so many,
each one such a lonely company,
hanging on a hangover, gloomy,
he mumbles low: so very like me.
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2006
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