Bottles Poem by G J Salgado

Bottles



Messages who talk,
Hands that walk.
Jokers who seek,
Seekers that weep.
Makers who think,
Murderers that wink.
Tokens of the tormented,
Evidence from the demented.
Pieces of the puzzle are becoming solved.
Puzzles of the truth have become resolved.

Wednesday, November 18, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: evil
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