everything blurs until
the amnesiac shock that
you have forgotten the you
that used to be you

How did it come to this?

one little sip from the
river styx
(the river being the thin line
that we cross so easily)
where our morals become almost
as milky white as innocence
but alas if you mix milk and water
that purity is gone

How did it come to this?
I do not recognise myself
all because
I thought it is okay to drive
that night that i was drunk.

I lost my face
but that is not all
I lost my innocence….

there were children in the other car

(c) 2015 allen simpson
save lives, don’t drink and drive