Hung Over (poetry)

I have lingered too long in love’s dungeon
and lived on the dregs of sour wine
the champagne was drunk dry by my gaoler
even that lost its fizz over time

All the empties lie stacked in a corner
there’s a note in each bottle that reads
‘It all starts with one kiss then another
and those pretty words scattered like seeds ...

In a blink of an eye there are flowers
and a bursting of fruit on the vine
sky-blue birds sing a bright breezy chorus
bumbling bees part of Cupid’s design

It’s a wonderfully thrilling illusion
Disney-cute while the heart rules the head
and the mind is awash with confusion
but the free-flowing tide’s set to ebb

Then that morning a year from tomorrow
in a grey sober prison of pain
finds the bottle holds nothing but sorrow —
heed the wisdom of never again ... ’