My heart, frosted in rime,
Seeks warmth and solitude to dull the pain
Filled with amber and fire to soothe my dreads,
It travels through my chambers, into my soul
I feel at peace, like daylight in an open field.
This bitter sweetness soon will prevail,
As the gin I swallow slowly consumes me whole.
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Journal
PoetryThis honestly more like a journal than a story. But I do like to write some poems and just statements and some free verses. Please do enjoy, most of I write is just struggles with alcohol addiction, depression, self identity issues and just other s...
