Oh dear. drowning in sorrow, drowning in the drink, drowning in the ocean, all the same.
Against the current fighting, but breath is not enough
Powerful poem, one that leaves me with questions and images and memories and new thoughts.
Oh dear. drowning in sorrow, drowning in the drink, drowning in the ocean, all the same.
Against the current fighting, but breath is not enough
Powerful poem, one that leaves me with questions and images and memories and new thoughts.
Is this the purpose of art and poetry? It is difficult for me to know if it has this effect on anyone other than myself.
Imagination might just be the meaning of life. Art and poetry jumpstart my imagination. So to answer your question, yeah.