In the dim glow of a bar's neon light,
A soul seeks solace, an escape from the fight.
Not chasing highs, but shadows of the night,
A refuge from problems, where they take flight.
Life's burdens weigh heavy, like chains they wear,
Each day's struggles, a constant affair.
In the heart of the storm, they often bear,
Seeking solace in a glass, with a silent prayer.
The bottle's allure, a temporary release,
A moment's respite, a fleeting peace.
In its embrace, their worries decrease,
A sanctuary from life's endless lease.
Yet as dawn breaks and night's haze thins,
The truth remains, the battle within.
The bottle's balm, a superficial win,
But deeper pain persists under the skin.
Let's not judge, for in their quest to forget,
There's a story of pain they don't easily let.
A search for relief, a moment's reset,
In a world of chaos, a spark they beset.
So let compassion be our guide,
In the shadows where they often reside.
For behind the bottle's refuge, they confide,
A soul seeking solace, with wounds to hide.
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Pain into Poetry
Poetry"**Pain into Poetry: A Journey of Metamorphosis**" A deep metamorphosis unfolds on the pages of the book "Pain into Poetry". This book is an odyssey through the human experience, where the art of poetry develops from the crucible of pain. In the com...
