How I Fought The 2 Legged Beast Poem by Simbarashe Raymond Mudukuti

I wake up to this scaring taste
There is some liquid taste in my mouth
Drunk and half guessing
Obviously the haemoglobin filled liquid
I see my fists readying war
But this ain't me
Im also a spectator to my own body's gymnastics
My usual imagination of attending my own funeral
As I try to resist the feeling
I see my hands clawed, aiming for my face
Beaten by myself
If it happens how would I explain this?
Before the fists arrive
Gravity seems to be the king here
Don't ask about the pain
It's a morning nightmare
As I wake up 10 minutes later
Booze loosening the lockets on my brain
I realize im in the street
I was walking
Home alone
As I get home bruised up
On the drive way
I have to claw something back
My consciousness
If anyone asks me I will tell them I fought a bear, drunk
I tell myself