I’m big on the closing lines of a poem. What an impact they make. It’s the impression your reader walks away with, that stays in your head like a song you can’t shake. The lost loves and the unrequited loves are always on my hit list. You nailed this one, Damian…so good!

This was hidden? Man, this was screaming to be let out. “No winners because the race was fixed.” Yup.
This is a great piece, cuz

The last stanza is a real ass kicker! The rhyme scheme is cool too. It’s obvious that you care about your results. It shows in your craftings. This is thought provoking, but not heavy. Well done Damian.

I too enjoyed the rhyme scheme. Everyone can relate to this. We’ve all been there.
When you both know it was over a few months back!
Great write amigo!

wow dearest Damian so much power and passion in this I am floored ❤️great write…

Now aint that the truth so bloomin well poemed .. Say it like it is why don’tcha eh .. Great ink Damian & subsequently awarded Nev’s dubble 👍👍

This is dark, deep, and brilliant, Damian. I’m glad you dug it out of the vault! The honesty in this poem is cutting, and the final lines–“instead of owning we rented / while love got strangled” –are a phenomenal, memorable finish. A wicked good read.

“another moment dies”

That’s the thing people lose sight of. Once the moment is gone…it’s gone. What we make of it bears a lot of weight. I’d rather carry honest weight than the baggage of pretense. I’m glad you found this one. It needed to breathe, my friend

Damian, great rhyme and flow while delivering a strong message.
Excellent work sir.

Hard hitting piece. So true my friend. kick-ass write Damian.

Delightful piece and a lovely memory for you.

This is a bit dreamy. I like how you reminisce.

A truly mesmerizing encounter you paint so exquisitely. I really love the composition here and your imagery is sensual magic. Erotica at its finest.

John

Powerfully penned, Drieks. Into the book it belongs! Excellent lyrics my friend, your work is so authentic and direct. I’m truly a fan, good musical choice as well. The piano added the proper element to your words. Nicely done per usual. Appreciate you.

Damian

I love a good piano song. This feels very intimate and un-rushed.
It has a great tempo too. There are not a lot of distractions either. Just a voice and a piano.
Just wonderful:)

Adelphina was raving about this to me earlier, so I had to check it out. And it’s really good! Not syrupy or overdone. It’s catchy and very entertaining. Awesome job with it.

Drieks, I smiled the whole way through listening to this. This was sad but catchy.

I man…damn. This is incredibly well done!

Thank you so much for your kind words!
If only it was my own voice… Can’t take credit for that.

❤️

We’ve kept up wit your musical success through mutual friends, and we’re truly happy for you. You’re not only creating great poetry but also great songs. Tight

Great song. I loved the piano and the strength of the vocals. Well done!

Wow. Just wow! Another incredible piece. You are doing marvelous work, my friend. This is truly outstanding. Beautiful words, lovely music and all of it rendered with class. I am so glad that HER said I must talk to you. I would very much like to do that.

Right on, man. Such an inspiring write! Addiction is very much like a ghost, haunting each moment of our lives. I am so happy you were able to push through and maintain. If you ever had any doubt, this poem is proof, that you absolutely do not need alcohol to conjure beauty and meaning on the page.

The last two lines in the third octet scream truth in my mind. Very, very wise.

Clay

Stay true to yourself and keep on pushing forward. Rock on dude!! Great piece of poetry

I love the honesty in this. What a purge of the soul amigo!
This has so much in it. It had its own evolution.
Just terrific!

That’s poetry for ya folks .. Bloomin brill my friend .. Neville 😎👍

“My pen became a sword
poetry served as pseudo armor”

Amazing how many of us are among this army. Accepting help is so hard. Especially if you’ve rarely been offered a hand. And we’re all kinda programmed to ‘suck it up’…like being human is a weakness. Stripped raw & flushing the wounds here, brutal honesty at its finest, my friend

This poem is raw, honest, and deeply moving. Knowing you wrote it just months into your sobriety makes it even more powerful –your pen becomes both sword and shield, guiding you from darkness to hope. A beautiful testament to resilience and the strength of new beginnings.