message in a bottle
i woke up abruptly, too many thoughts running through my head,
it felt as if i was lost at sea, and not lying in my bed.
the lights on my wall were doing a slow dance,
and i was uncontrollably slipping into a trance.
yes i was on my own boat, floating out to sea,
life as i knew it was slipping away from me.
the boat that i knew as my life had sunk,
i was alone on a brand new boat, discontent and drunk.
i heard a rumbling and felt something under my feet,
it was the bottle i drowned my sorrows in each time it and my lips would meet.
i would drink until i couldn't feel my emotions,
the contents of this bottle felt like a healing potion.
by the time i was finished i felt just as empty as the bottle,
and my life went careening once more into full throttle.
suddenly i decided to write a message for someone to find,
just in case it was the only piece of me i could leave behind.
i wrote a long message, from deep inside my soul,
then i rolled it up, as tightly as it would roll.
and i slipped it in the bottle, the paper fit just right,
i put the cork inside and pushed it in so tight.
i stared at the bottle intently, gazed at it so long,
i wanted to send it off but something felt so wrong.
my mind was going crazy, completely full of doubt,
so i popped off the cork and pulled the message out.
i put my lips to the bottle and let out a fierce long scream,
i put the cork on once more and slowly i felt myself awakening from this dream.
a few days later some old fisherman found a bottle out at sea,
it caught my attention but in my head i thought "it just couldn't be"
the man said he found a message that contained not a paper, not a word,
but when he took the cork off the bottle, a scream was all he heard.
"whoever created this message was obviously filled with grief,"
as the fisherman spoke, my mouth was open in disbelief.
for it had not been a dream, but an actuality,
inside this discovered bottle was a hidden piece of me.
i guess it wasn't actually something i left behind,
but a part of me i left for the rest of the world to find
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