Lord R. E. Taylor Poet Free verse

The Night I Don'T Remember

The Night I Don’t Remember

I can hear the distant knocking
Three raps on the old pine boards
It is such a sunny day
Who would come to visit?
The door is so far away
Too far for me to walk
My mind is still in a haze
Too many drinks
Double shots of Jack Daniels
A young woman who spent the night
At least I think she did
I cannot remember when she left
I don’t know if she left
I never asked for her name
She is just a blur
The whole night is just a blur
Just another night in a long string
Week after week time and my life are a haze
Three more raps on the door
Who is waking me from my drunk?
I struggle to rise
I fight the urge to go bad to bed
I hold down what’s left of last night’s booze
So much effort to stop the pounding
Three more raps on the door
I want to die
I want to kill whoever is knocking
What in the hell did I do last night?
The door opens with a deafening squeal
God, why are you doing this to me?
Why did I do this to myself?
Confused as I am a man stands before me
I know him
I have seen him before
I do not remember him
Could he be Jack Daniels here to finish me off?
Holding out his hand he asks me a question
Am I going to know the answer?
He asked what I did last night
I don’t know
Was he the woman I went home with?
No, that’s impossible
I think I remember being with a woman
I don’t know
He asked the question again
My mind struggles with each word
My eyes can’t see what he has with him
Again he asks me
Again I do not understand
My mind is still lost in a universe of booze
He asks again
I understand
The cool air clears my mind
I can answer him
I can tell him what he wants to know
I don’t know why my pants ended up in his mailbox
Maybe if I see Jack Daniels tonight he will tell me
Then I will tell him 
And we will all be happy

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Lizzie Treetop January 25, 2012 at 11:50 PM Well you are a bit of a wag I am glad that you had such a screwed up night, what a pity you don't remember the young broad may have been fun!