Sunday, May 27, 2018


I put my feelings in the bottle
Later I'll throw it in the sea
But I hope nobody finds it
And then attempts to rescue me
I slip my written words inside it
And then I push the cork in tightly
There's a thousand bottles floating now
Each one emptied then filled nightly
It isn't hard to express my feelings
I open up and words just flow
Because there's no one here to listen
Therefore no one will ever know
That the man who wrote these feelings
Is slowly dying day by day
For the life he used to treasure
One day upped and went away
So he will always fill his bottles
They've become his one true friend
Because they know all of his secrets
And on them he can depend
So if one day you should find a bottle
Maybe washed up on the shore
Take a look out at the ocean
For there'll be a thousand more
Each one full of raw emotions
Each note written as a fear
Find them all and read the misery
Perhaps keep one for souvenir
As my bottles cross the waters
Bobbing up and down within the sea
I'll be underneath the ocean
For life is way too cruel for me
Marvo (Andy)
Topic(s) of this poem: depression,stress

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