The Morning After

The Morning After short poem

Photo by YIM Hafiz

Burnt matchsticks
Polythene bags
Soggy chips and
Tumbled cans
Glasses half-full
Bottles half-empty
emptied.

Soiled plates
Cigarette tails
Filters and papers
Tobacco trails
Coloured lighters
Ashtrays
scattered.

Lost hairbands
Unmade beds
Switched off lights
Hungover heads
That lone cigarette
tucked away somewhere
Things we care about
The morning after.

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Captures the heaviness of the morning after, when it’s time to clean up!

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