My Thoughts Scold Me

...I got too carried away.

The fog set in before I woke,

some drinks heavy and frothy,

others sweeter than honey,

but every one contributed to the haze.

My thoughts swirl

like the ice in my water bottle,

making my brain ache

and ears throb.

I can feel my heart beat in my face.

My fingers find their way to

my forehead and press.

Immediate relief,

but as soon as the pressure leaves,

the rapping on my frontal lobe

starts up again, more aggressive than before.

You made a fool of yourself.

Probably.

I don't know.

Maybe I did.

Even if I did,

would anyone remember?

Flashes of the night before

pass in front of my eyes

like an incomplete film reel,

distracting and cold.

Did I embarrass myself in front of him?

My stomach turns,

do I even want to know the answer?

Of course not, coward.

I focus harder on the road,

the pounding in my head louder than before.

This is punishment for your carelessness.

Yeah, yeah, I get it.

Just a careless fool,

wanting in on the fun,

and now my brain

exacts its usual revenge.

Never stopped me before.