The Morning After

The morning after

Gone are the night’s pleasures and laughter.

I stare at the ceiling and it stares back

Guilt seeping in through the slightest crack.

I turn to face you by my side

But you’ve gone and I then know you’ve lied.

Last night’s passion is now today’s nightmare

Now a dull emptiness but you no longer care.

Tears of shame crawl and fall daintily down my cheeks

Searing guilt and worthlessness is what my soul reeks.

I try to smile, I try to laugh,

But to wash away the emptiness, it is not enough.

Inside I’m all shriveled up and dry

But when I look again, I now know why.

I was a mere instrument of your consuming lust

Before you cast me back to this dead dust.

When I took a step too far and when too wild,

You snatched away my preciousness I had since a child.

Now I’m left here alone and betrayed

Because from the path of righteousness I strayed.

The morning after, I only want you to pull me near

And whisper soothingly in my ear

“Last night was all a dream, dear,

Your conscience is clear, so never fear.”