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6 years ago in #welcometothesombredays by poetrybyjeremy (58)
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Brutally honest mate - the image of liquor crashing against the island of the self is very striking indeed.
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.
This is great man!
Really visually described the submerge into a sea of spirits, keeping away of disease. I really loved that part, It got me thinking that the dark side sometimes pulls us but we need to keep drowning ourselves in a sea of spirits - as you called it, away from the darkness...
It's very twisted, because the act of drowning oneself is dark; and therefore, using an act of darkness to ease the darkness - a vicious cycle.
Yes, one of the reasons I like this... ;))
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Wow! Humbled and honoured <3
That mournful spirit which struggles against self. Good writing.
Thank you <3