Whiskeyed Sea

by MysteryMan   Nov 7, 2020


Whiskeyed Sea
Each new horizon is a losing battle
I drown my sorrows in a whiskeyed sea
I try to battle every urge and every yearn
But the waves of temptation overtake me
Each anewed day I seek aid
Today will be the day I overcome thee
But yet again I fall within
My weakness has overtaken me
I never sought out this route
I never imagined this way my life would be
Hell-bound by the endless ripples
Shipwrecked off this whiskeyed sea
I call out for help yet no answer
I drown my way through the pain
I try to overcome every weakness
I find myself in the bottom of the barrel again
Every night is a losing battle
How the pain seems to drown me
Shipwrecked in a endless fight
Left astray in a whiskeyed sea
I carve help in the desertous sand
Crying out for someone to rescue me
Alone and unanswered once more
Lost in a WHISKEYED SEA
A fleeting mirage of salvation I see
So close but yet so far away
How I can seek freedom from this
And not be lead astray
As another day closes and one more awaits
Im left with a cup dried empty
Still yet again I fall within
Shipwrecked off this WHISKEYED SEA.
11/7/2020

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  • 3 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    In these uncertain times, many of us are finding ourselves needing support. Unfortunately, we don't always have a person or people in our lives to help us through those tough times. in these circumstances, it's understandable that alcohol is used to numb the pain. Your metaphor of the world/ your journey as a sea is an apt one. The sea can be calm, but often it's offers the real risk of drowning.
    Writing about your feelings in a creative way is one of the best and healthiest ways of easing a troubled mind. I often use poetry to work through mine.

    Thanks for sharing this insightful and inspirational piece of poetry.

    Take care.

    • 3 years ago

      by MysteryMan

      Thank you. What a powerful comment and greatly appreciated.

  • 3 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Powerful imagery here and clever metaphor of "whiskeyed sea" as well. It speaks volumes about how we can fall into the depths of what will eventually drown us. Relying on something to save us, hoping to overpower the urges and to not fall weak, yet we depend on the most harmful things. I think all of us, in some way, are looking for a way to bury our sorrows, whether that is with whiskey or some other thing that mutes or distracts us from facing our painful realities.

    • 3 years ago

      by MysteryMan

      Powerful comment and greatly appreciated.