
No recollection of what I’ve done last evening,
Not a clue.
My chest is pounding,
Mind panicking and grieving.
I can’t remember the last person I spoke to.
It can’t be.
Even it was you
How could I take the blame for two?
My nails broken from fights I didn’t really choose.
Don’t argue.
My brain’s a mess,
It aches and oozes like a bruise.
Fatigue, restlessness, dry mouth and no memory.
Blood-stained walls.
I sit up and scream.
Then my consciousness takes off, I’m fast asleep.
-JW