Blackout

A story of regret, lapse in judgement.

Even though you warned me about it, 

I went out to a party. 

It seemed fine, having fun,

dancing like I was the only one 

wanting to escape the day 

trying not to pay 

attention to the guys 

drooling over thick thighs

giving cup after cup 

hoping the alcohol level would rise 

and inhibitions would drop.  

I remember only bits, 

Pieces of before

I thought that I left, 

Fell asleep on my dorm room floor. 

But I awoke to a hand and a voice 

saying things I didn’t understand. 

Asking if I remembered and that he wanted more 

than a one night stand. 

I wanted to leave, 

Go take a shower,

But I couldn’t breathe. 

A lump in my throat

I tried not to choke

on the idea of what happened 

burned in my mind

I just wanted to hide

How could this have happened 

Why wasn’t this stopped? 

I need to put back on my top. 

Scrambling to remember 

grasping at straws

I finally pull up my drawers. 

I left with “friends”

Remembering nothing, dead ends. 

And listening to a voice in my head saying 

come back,

maybe we can do that again. 

Reviews

[CLBombay]

Oh dear I've definitely experienced this situation several times before.... Great job on the rhyming. This poem is also very easy to visualize. I have to admit that when I read the title, I am reminded of the song "Red Solo Cup," but that's probably just me. Anywho, this poem also definitely captures the essence of mixed feelings between guilt and drive to do it again. I think so many of us have felt/feel this way. Good job! I would just change the title if more people...are reminded of that song instead of thinking of your poem....

[Nina]

Very true about the title!Thank you for the read.

[John Stussy]

Your rhythm, rhyme, and word choice in this poem were all superb, and you told the tale in a manner that captures the emotional essence of the situation effectively. Great poem.

[Nina]

Thank you!