Thursday, November 29, 2018

Spare My Son Comments

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I open my eyes to a blank white wall,
as I pull my feeble body out of my bed.
My body yearning for the taste of relief,
these bottles, my only chance of peace.
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Zane Anthony
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Frank Adie 30 November 2018

This poem paints a vivid picture of how we sometimes respond to grief. To most people, alcohol is the safest sanctuary. Nice piece of poetry.

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