Tuesday, October 30, 2018

Drunk Comments

Rating: 5.0

the stones in your head keep weighting you down
one entombed in a golden glass the other brown
to free yourself from the bittersweet pain of thirst
you must sacrifice that which burns the most first
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Petra Novakova
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Dave Walker 30 October 2018

A powerful poem, my father was an alcoholic, so this poem means something to me.

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