Another night like
drowning–
sometimes
a tide comes up
further than
expected
and lacking air
a body
cannot perform
voluntary efforts
to seek
attention–
I sink into
a drink
knowing day
will rise again
from this
watery dark–
less phoenix,
more albatross,
but, any
port in storm–
less phoneix
more albatross
… wonderful how you did that!
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thanks!
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Can i say something to you for this poem
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“I sink into a drink knowing day will rise again from this watery dark”. I love that part.
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Thanks!
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