Blackout I've lost time. It's not about forgetting, the events haven't slipped my mind; there never was a grip on the grey matter for them to lose. My eyes were open, yet only to a dark vacancy; I was awake but I was not aware, stumbling around, stone drunk, I lost myself. Buzzed-up laughs turned to the scowl of the drunk; angry words uttered in the night air, trash-talking and ready to fight my friends; or so I've been informed. Was I that man cursing his loved ones in a rage? Am I the one with that darkness inside, revealed to me only in a binge lost to memory?
Powerful things are happening here, but you lose me a couple of times becaues of the word choices (stone drunk, trash-talking). You need to be very precise in poetry. But I like it.
