Kicked out
In a sea of pain
And disharmony
Left outside in
The cold, it freezes so
Skin turning warm, the ice
Eventually burns
The warmth of
Whisky in a squat glass
tearing down your throat
Chemical Castration
Artist’s procrastination
The sea is endless
The horizon surprisingly far
Unreachable unattainable
Shimmering with promise
There is no ending
To the distance required
To go, to stay would
Be the end
And yet, it seems like
Staying safe
And comfortable
Is the only recourse
Taking the leap
Will fail of course

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