In total silence I walk
Down to the grey sea
Where dawn will break
But not for me…
Like a soldier
Marching to the front
In empty desolation
In terrified calmness…
For aught is the fake days
of glory past,
For aught is the fake feelings
of joy that always left,
of a life lived and lost…
The sea embraces
The sea accepts
The sea enfolds
The sea whispers
“You too?…”
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Author:
Al Rakurof (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is written about the night, when, because I am an alcoholic, I could not see a life with alcohol and neither one without alcohol anymore. After two bottles of whisky I walked into the sea planning that I would drown when deep enough. Somehow I came out and passed out in the shallow water. It is 28 years since and am sober for 28 years now. Thank you God...
- Category: Reflection
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