This is the first poem I'm putting up, I think it's a good one to start with as it blends the aspects of the party and poetry together. I wrote this after waking up from the night before and remembering I had to go to work that day, hope you can enjoy this and I'm sure a good number of you can relate to this as well.
Empty Bottles
I lay in my room,
Clothes on the floor,
Bin over flowing,
And more.
I see the empty bottles,
Once full of drink,
My head spins,
I try not to think.
Why is the drink gone?
Dreading the day that lies ahead,
I don't want to get up,
I just want to stay in bed.
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