Hasty gives a poem of an experience.


I used to blackout when I drank.  Not always but quite often.  Blackout doesn’t mean you act any differently than your inebriated self would act.  It just means you won’t remember what you did, what you said, or where you went.  Your memory was too drunk to record.  Therefore, no memory.


Swimming motion
Blurs the colors
And the context
Of our meeting
Help me forward
Too much spinning
Stuffed emotions
Falling backward
Like a locomotion
Out of order
Lying on the floor
Waiting for that
Ferocious explosion
Of awkward disorder
To fight its way
Into the void
Where solutions melt
And can’t be bothered
Just leave me alone
So I can lie here broken
Inside my silenced chaos

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