I fear the day my arms betray the rest of my body
The day where the razors shine is just so bright I need to dim it with me
The day where the rattle of the bottle is too loud and the only way I can silence it is putting them in my mouth
The day where the road looks too comfortable and I can just lie there for ages
The calm before the storm or better yet the storm before the calm
I don’t fear that day anymore
I invite it
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Author:
KDawg (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I never written anything that anybody would maybe see so please be nice
- Category: Sad
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Sounds like addiction?
What do you think the addiction is?
That I don't know, or even if I am right.
I do know any addition will eventuality lead us to places we don't want to go and find ourselves surrendering to it.
I like how you put that. I wasn’t looking for a right or wrong answer I was just curious
My comments on the poem "Sad vibes” by KDawg
We can see the pain, suffering and despair in this poem.
“the day my arms betray the rest of my body” : the arms might do something terrible, dangerous to the body.
“The day where the razors shine is just so bright I need to dim it with me” : a temptation to use the razor for self-harm.
“The day where the rattle of the bottle is too loud and the only way I can silence it is putting them in my mouth” : faced with unbearable despair and suffering, there is the temptation to fall for the bottle, to drown one’s sorrows in drink.
“Man, being reasonable, must get drunk;
The best of life is but intoxication.”
--- Gordon Byron (1788-1824)
“The day where the road looks too comfortable and I can just lie there for ages” : perhaps living permanently on the road or doing something terrible with one’s life in the road.
“The calm before the storm or better yet the storm before the calm” : it might be bad times before things work out for the better, or the storm leading one to do something from which there is no turning back; “the calm” : the calm of lifelessness.
“I don’t fear that day anymore” : an expression of utter despair in the face of endless disappointments.
Dear friend, take hope. You have only one life. Don’t waste it. Let the storm blow over. Life is worth living. See my poem “Refusing paradise.” Get in touch with a counselling service. Soman Ragavan. 7 September, 2023. //
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