BottledA Poem by TyWhen A Bottle Talks. Poured Emotion.When a bottle talks It isn't filtered Screams It shrieks every word Vulgar condensation weeping It's so much pain Weaving In between insanity and Purity As if you could wash free all debt and depression Obsession with clarity Answers and understanding Memories Rebuilt my wall with broken rebar So still I find I'm... Structural dysfunction Narrating When a bottle talks It pours Erupts Every thought Abrupt Every emotion Stirs up, What little hope remains Disdain The clash of a freight train and Supernova Inevitable intersection drawn closer, Of the bottle, To the brim, to the tip I'd attempt to make bare the puzzle piece that would fit Damning Stranded Drowning. © 2017 Ty |
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