AFTERMATH
As I watch my dreams crumble,
My mind takes me down memory lane,
A lane interwoven with thistles and bramble,
The lane that paved way to this present pain.
It makes me mad to think,
That a single night of mad desire,
Desire fueled by too many a drink,
Is all that landed me in this mire.
A night stand, a foolish Friday fling;
A fling that would make me loathe all Fridays,
A fling that would, a month later, bring
Irreligious me down onto my knees for days and days,
Praying for my period. I wish I could forget
That night, the night that bred this deep regret.
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