Hangover

Blurred visions of early morning.

On the paper, I left a warning.

My fingerprint in the ink layered with grease, leaving a red scar upon my legs and my arms.

The pain seemed like it would always be there.

Physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually unaware.

Another drink to stop these thought processes.

How much do I need to drink to numb my basic existence?

Never realising that help comes from within and so does the truth. Matthew, I will always try to remember it, The Truth Within.