Challenge
Challenge of the Week CCXXXIII
Write a short poem about waking up in drunken regret. On this one, winner is decided by likes. Make it brutal. 25 big ones on the line. Go.
Brother Down?
Here I am the threat.
Blood upon my brow.
Full of regret.
What am I to do now?
There he lies cold.
Under my sorrow hand.
Never known to oppose.
How will they understand?
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