Voice In A Bottle Poem by Edgar Eslit

Behold thee, gentle cherub, while you’re in peace
Your oblate eyes and bloating ridden veins
Touched in velvet mouth, leaning in moistened glass.
You have half-opened eyes telling me your life’s story,
while your heart sang song of truth in melancholy.
You got broken hands that are soft but clinching.
Your cheeks are gentle, meek, and pale yet they blushed
I heard you speak in tongues and in foreign tones,
But, in my impulsive mode, I understood them all,
I knew you’re not happy in that darkened bottle
And as others considered you moot in forgotten time
I must say, such cruelty cannot be hidden at all.
Now rest and sleep in slumber though
I know there are no other demons who will hurt you
But here’s to let you know that the wrath of God is waiting
for those irresponsible beings who made this to you