Lying on my back
Arms sprawled and breath erratic, immobile
Can't even check to see my wounds but they have not gone unnoticed
In hindsight, the fall was too deep
The greatest things in life have gone sour
Laughter joy and love  morphed into pain
My wanting to trust was amusingly a blindfold
But in the end it turned out to be ok because
Whiskey is my rebound