Hangover (revisited)

The half empty bottle of vitriol

that you left on my shelf

when you moved on

I take a sip from it everyday

the days, as a result, become palatable

but the nights need

something stronger

so I drink a cocktail of vitriol and torment

sometimes I add a dash of despair

and always garnish it with self-pity

but sadly it is still not potent enough

to knock me out completely

the hangover always leaves me

crying out your name in anguish.

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48 thoughts on “Hangover (revisited)

  1. I’m not surprised! Quite a cocktail you conjure here… This works very well in your hands and read as fresh and original work. Bravo to you!

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  2. yes, I see this is a thing. I’d say that the only thing the narrator didn’t try is to wear the victimhood like a badge of honor. Yeah, not drink it, but wear it. hehe. Maybe next time… You are an amazing poet, Punam. Never ever even a misplaced comma. Keep going. wonderful. thanks.

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  3. so I drink a cocktail of vitriol and torment

    sometimes I add a dash of despair

    and always garnish it with self-pity..
    I had a thought… surprisingly pain is simpler to live with. Happiness is damn demanding.

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  4. This is absolutely brilliant writing, Punam! 😍 I resonate with; “but the nights need something stronger
    so I drink a cocktail of vitriol and torment.”

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