Floating In A Bottle Poem by O.S. Brooks

i am a bruised-up chess piece
working-no profit-no gain
i live a life
that no one wants
and can not find my way
but just beyond tomorrow
hope
awaits for me
to bring me joy
to clear my soul
to truely set me free
i am a tarnished river
looking for yesterday
where dreams were sure
at least till four
through work
i seized the day
i am a battered lover
lost in a storms arise
watching for better weather
hope
for me
can not
die
Just beyond tomorrow
waiting by the shore
liberty keeps her promise
and sets me on my course
but
i am a torn down sunset
colored with denial
coping with life's lessons
bitter with a smile