There are Mornings

There are Mornings

There are mornings you wake up
And the drinks from last night
Hit you like a towering wave
Of exhaustion. Not a hangover
But a memory of mistakes in order;
The story of the night before
Told in a different way.

There are nights you go out
To hunt, full of excitement.

But some nights you go out
To be out. To stay up.
You have a feeling deep down
You'd rather drown than
Have to go back home.