The wine is just not enough

In the stillness of a bathtub overrun with blooms, I float atop the surface of my tumultuous thoughts. A glass of wine, a fleeting solace from my wounds, And a bottle, a reminder of my self-destructive knots. The girl in the water, a reflection of my soul, Surrounded by the vines of emotions uncontrolled. A time of darkness, of loneliness and pain, Of feelings of inadequacy, thoughts that drive me insane. This piece is a testimony of a heart once torn, Of a journey through the shadows, a battle to be born. A vulnerable confession of the demons I have faced, Of the emptiness that once consumed me, now replaced. It's a part of my collection, called "Into You", An ode to introspection, a jou...View all