Early morning
\nI sit at the table
\nGroggy and hungover
\nfrom last night’s debauchery<\/p>\n
My saintly roommate\u00a0comes in I\u00a0can barely look at him My friend, a stranger to vices, looks at me I look at him, the uninitiated simpleton No, I decide, I wouldn’t be able to tell him Early morning I sit at the table Groggy and hungover from last night’s debauchery My saintly roommate\u00a0comes in He screams\u00a0“Good Morning!” His words bounce around in my head Painfully I\u00a0can barely look at him The daylight blinds my sore eyes “So, how was last night?”…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":648,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7297","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7297","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/648"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7297"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7297\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15172,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7297\/revisions\/15172"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7297"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7297"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7297"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nHe screams\u00a0“Good Morning!”<\/em>
\nHis words bounce around in my head
\nPainfully<\/p>\n
\nThe daylight blinds my sore eyes
\n“So, how was last night?”<\/em> he enquires
\nI mumble, “The usual, we went around town,<\/em>
\n drank at half a dozen places, who cares…”<\/em><\/p>\n
\nWith merry wonder in his eyes, he asks \u2014
\n“If you’re so miserable, why <\/em>do\u00a0you drink? I don’t get it.”<\/em><\/p>\n
\nHow would he even begin to\u00a0understand
\nThe sweet, relentless grip\u00a0of temptations that call after\u00a0hours
\nThe soft moonlight’s spell, which brings out the\u00a0Mr. Hyde<\/em> in you
\nThe bittersweet irony of\u00a0living multiple lives<\/p>\n
\nThat it’s a lie vampyres can’t stand daylight<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"