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RE: Diseased Land - Poem #34 (Welcome to the Sombre Days)
Brutally honest mate - the image of liquor crashing against the island of the self is very striking indeed.
erased to create a new beach.
That sense of being reshaped by an addiction, or a crutch, I can relate to. As you allude to through metaphor, a feeling of gradual attrition as repetitive as waves themselves. Great read.
Thank you for your feedback. Yeah, this is quite honest, and unfortunately it's the way I used to drown my sorrows.