Caren Krutsinger Poet Quintilla

I Felt Like a Dork

I tried to run after the midnight train
Too fast for me was abundantly plain.
Sat down with a bottle and popped a cork.
Way far gone she was. I felt like a dork.
Upon my word I had nothing to gain.

Contest: Five Word Challenge
Sponsor: Beth Evans
Written 11-22-2019

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Gershon Wolf November 23, 2019 at 7:36 PM When I read 'Way far gone she was,' at first I thought you were writing in the third person about your state after tapping that bottle! LOL. Could be, though. G.L! :) gw Caren Krutsinger November 23, 2019 at 10:46 PM Yes it certainly could be except for one little thing. Alcohol makes me violently sick, so I pretty much stay away from it. I get sick on Nyquill.