The thing I love about your poetry is your words and how it flows so seemlessly, like the words are just coming naturally. I must be honest with you, I often don't have a clue what your pieces are about, but I still love reading them. Was this one about drinking, or being drunk? Something about numbing the pain? Even if I'm way off base and never understand your poetry, I do enjoy your work.

Brad

P.S. Please comment and vote honestly on every poem you read