Hung over

“Hungover ” – poem written on that theme.

A swirling ache is pulsing between my ears,
marked by the wincing of my eyes as they twitch lightly,
closed with the pain.
A rush of that gushing nausea, washes over my throat,
and at once I feel I must be sick.
So here I lay, dazed and torn by my choices to drink only the night before.