I have these feelings built up inside of me
So I shove them in a bottle and throw them out to sea
The bottle will be too heavy to float
So no one can see these feelings I wrote
Or maybe I'm wrong
This isn't where my feelings belong
But it was too late
I chucked that bottle out of state
Too my amazement the bottle did not submerge
Instead it floated and stayed emerged
Maybe the bottle is telling me something
Something more then what I was becoming
Instead of hiding my feelings
and watch my heart to continue bleeding
I should tell a friend
Who I could depend
To share my ambience
Maybe to bring me happiness
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Poignant and reflective. I am saddened for your loss....I recently saw a man on the news who has a collection of bottles, with messages, that he has plucked from the sea...others now send the ones they have found to him....He reads the messages, responds to some, returns other's to drift, and leaves some, looking too personal unopened. I found it amazing, JUST How MANY people casts their stories to the sea.....that they might find a better shore. PEACE