This Bottle is full today

This Bottle is full of hate

It wants to be opened

It wants to be free

This bottle is full today

This Bottle holds back strong tears

This Bottle has seen worst fears

Its been tainted by death

Its been sealed by family

This Bottle holds back strong tears

This Bottle is not for the well

This Bottle is meant for  hell

The ice on his lips

The ice on my soul

This Bottle is not for the well

This Bottle will tie you down

This Bottle is more than a frown

Death by a rope

Death as a coward

This Bottle will tie you down

This Bottle is on the verge

This Bottle is trying to burst

Hate overflowing

Hate at its rim

This Bottle is on the verge

Writers Note: 
          This poem was written 24 hours after having found my brother in law. He took his own life and left us with unsettle emotions that I quietly expressed through poetry. My submitting this poem represents an attemt to make something good out of what he did. It has never been shared with anyone else before today.