I woke up and the sun was shining
down on my head. It burned,
a great regret that settled like stones in water,
too numerous to breathe, too heavy to struggle.
I'm falling down, deep into the abyss.
People with smiling faces are there.
The kindly ones said, to drink to the future.
Speak not of the past, or it buries you deeper,
in its grave.
Astonishing how I never knew.