floating
never to sink,
never to swim
drifting
seeing all,
being nothing
flowing
pulled choicelessly
by currents floating drifting flowing
ever to a cold grey sea
a message in a me-shaped bottle
hoping
crying
praying
begging
to be read before
shattering
upon the rocks
of an unhomed shore
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I don't write poetry very often, and I share it even less.
But this sang to me.
Thanks for reading my ranting,
Brad
Neat, Brad. :)
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you shared it because it was beautiful, Brad. Thanks!:)
ReplyDeleteI loved the rhythm. Well done, Brad.
ReplyDeleteI know what you mean about posting poetry, too. Mine is usually way too depressing to post. :P
Thank you, all!
ReplyDeleteSome of the poetry I write is rather depressing, some of it is very joyful, but it's all intensely personal, which is why I don't share it very often.
Some of it sneaks out now and again, though.;)