Drunken, Sober.


Set free

From my inescapable prison of mind

My solace unchained

And my loneliness defined.

How does that make me, me?


Bold admissions

Catatonic thoughts break open

Exposed under muted light

My silence finally, shamefully broken.

But that still makes me, me.

  • Author: Rael (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 22nd, 2023 12:17
  • Comment from author about the poem: Wrote the first verse when I was a little in over my head, more than inebriated. Originally, it was just one verse, but it didn't feel complete.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 2
  • User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.
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  • L. B. Mek

    catatonic, a transparent state
    lacking awareness to hide our flaws
    thus, we unveil all and liberate
    ourselves, owning that fallibility
    and choosing to witness
    all that we are and all, we can become!
    'mercy, I name thee dissonance'...
    (love the brave honesty
    that willpower to stare down, mirrors
    and still roar your poetic defiance
    and so well written as well)
    thanks for sharing, dear poet

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