No, he didn’t drink to lose himself
He drank to find himself.
On those blurry nights,
At the bottom of the glass
The veil of practicality lifted from reality
And he could meet the side of his
That lived on the other side.
No, he didn’t need alcohol to be himself,
The world needed the excuse of alcohol
To see that side of his and not be confused.
He drank to make himself
Easy for the world to swallow,
He was considerate like that.
-N
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Poetry © Copyright 2017, Opinionated Head
October 2, 2017 at 4:44 pm
I truly, unashamedly love this ❤️
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October 2, 2017 at 4:53 pm
haha….Thank you!!
I unashamedly wrote it, I am so glad someone could unashamedly love it. 😀
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October 2, 2017 at 9:08 pm
to make himself
Easy for the world to swallow – Oh the things we choose for this exact same reason ! 🙂
Loved the idea of this poem.
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October 2, 2017 at 9:12 pm
Oh yeah…tell me about it!
I am so glad you get it. 🙂
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October 2, 2017 at 9:12 pm
🙂 🙂
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October 3, 2017 at 1:06 pm
Superb take on this idea – I love it! 😀
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October 3, 2017 at 1:23 pm
Thank you!! 🙂
I really love this piece too.
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