Day 1 : National Poetry Writing Month 2017
'Wine Sodden'
At 23,
Hangovers
Taste like regret.
And less like
Trophies at 18
I'm too young
To feel this old
But this is
Who we are,
Millennials.
Too young
To feel the hopelessness
Of a broken world
Too old
To not know better.
Is that why
We are drowning
In wine drenched
Realities?
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