14: The Lost Weekend

The Lost Weekend


It was a bender. A binge.

To make anyone cringe,

Who’d been on one and swore, “Nevermore”.

By mistake, she had started,

And forgot why she fought it,

Entranced by its mystique once more.

By the time she awakened,

The toll had been taken,

As she laid prostrate and feeble and wan.

She knew now, ‘twas a fable,

To assume she was stable…

From the lure of a Poetry ‘Thon!

2 thoughts on “14: The Lost Weekend

  1. Whats interesting for me was obviously I was thinking of a drink or food binge but no! A poetry ‘thon…. excellent…’entranced by its mystique once more…
    Thank you for sharing 🌞

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