I like to look at this piece as metaphorical analogy – a description of friendship and how people glow off each other. As simple as you seem to make it, the piece exemplifies the complexity of relationships – how our energy feeds one another. I like it.

Oof…i felt this one like a fist in the gut. Guilt truly is like cancer…eats you up. And fear will wear you down. And they tag team far too well. The amazing thing about your late night musing is that it’s not directed. You let it take the wheel…& where it takes the reader is anyone’s guess. But we’re all buckled in for a fantastic ride, my friend

Guilt provokes necrosis of the soul…
Great piece Damian. ⚘️

I’ve been living with guilt for 30 years … I know

Damian, I gave up living with guilt long ago. I surrendered it, to a force much greater than I.

Life is a ride with different turns. Great ink

Guilt sucks. Practice in becoming a sociopath. It will erase all those guilty feelings. Great write Damian.

Powerfully penned, Nick. Intense write my friend, you brought the thunder on this one. Appreciate you.

Damian

RIP to all the great ink that are forever lost hehe.

Thanks for the read, friend.

Powerfully penned, Nick. This was an incredible write my friend. I can relate. Appreciate you.

Damian

I think keeping a bit of innocence can help guide us. I’ve lost family members and friends who all have similar stories. When they were younger they got into bad habits. Kept pushing it, convincing themselves they were invisible. And then they became a mess until they died. I also remind myself that I could of ended up that way if I didn’t make better choices.

Thanks for the read, friend.

Powerfully penned, Drieks. This is a deep and profound piece my friend. Incredible write. Appreciate you.

Damian

G’morning, Drieks 🌤️

What a creative title, and that photo choice (with your pen name attractively laid) is sheer eye candy, perfectly setting the ambient mood for what’s to come.

“To hell with the common.
I lost interest to follow the herd,
please sell me to the devil i’m about to summon.”

Sometimes, nothing much appears to be what it seems … so, why not throw caution to the wind, live it wild ‘n free, the way so many would love to be!

I truly admire your creative metaphors – with their vibrantly-vivid, emotive impact, and what conscientious poetess or poet could help but admire your spot-on line-breaks, the way you’ve utilized soft and exact rhymes to set rhythm and hold the reader’s interest with fascinating imagery throughout … obviously, NOT your first poetic rodeo.

How relatably beautiful your pen’s voice speaks to the captive mind’s-eye, Drieks.
Wondrously shared, Dear Poetess! ⁓ Richard🖌️

The metaphor of “Indiana Jones-ing” through depression is brilliant, painting the struggle as a reckless adventure where survival is uncertain. The imagery of webs, eight-legged freaks, and sanity creaking creates a vivid sense of entrapment of a mind pushed to its limits. What stands out the most is the refusal to conform, the rejection of the common, the questioning of perfection. It’s a voice screaming against expectation, demanding to be understood rather than advised.