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A draught of numbness
That brings me pain
I don't think it's just dumbness
But she says my concerns are inane
She uses the bottle as a cane
But it's made of broken glass
She's leaning too much
She'll slice in half
It's a draught of numbness
That brings me pain
I wish I could stop caring
But she's attached like a chain
And her vice is the ball
I drag them around
But somethings gonna snap
Hope it's me so maybe she doesn't drown
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this poem is so neat
it has a powerful message about how hard being attached to somebody broken can be.
the last line hits so hard, it shows truly how much the narrator wants to protect the person they love.
this poem also has a beautiful way of showing addiction, and how much of an effect it can have on a person, which really resonates with me. the broken glass metaphor shows the double-edged nature of relying on a substance to escape.
i really love this poem! keep it up, I wanna read more
love, ash
this is truly complex! it speaks to the bonds that make detachment so difficult, even when it might be self-preserving. sometimes, the self does not outweigh these feelings. humans can be silly like that when it comes to love.
i see this central irony of seeking numbness to escape pain, only to find that the escape itself is painful. that is as real as it can get. this serves as a poignant reminder of the cyclical nature of addiction and the helplessness felt by those who watch it unfold. i've never personally had to see something of that nature, but i assume it's almost universally negative and tragic. this shows that well.
your imagery, particularly "she uses the bottle as a cane/but it’s made of broken glass," is strikingly vivid. it evokes the dangerous dependence on something inherently harmful, the way it supports yet damages simultaneously. it's a very good comparison for love in a way! love is either written in light or in darkness, but this combines those. it's neither good or bad, just realistic.
your poem is a profound reflection on the pain of love entangled with addiction. it’s a reminder of how deeply we can be affected by the struggles of those we care about. i hope that this was cathartic for you! poetry often is! ^v^
with light,
dove