i captained my vessel
upon stormy seas
never seeing
the curvature of the bottle
it had been erected
within
it wasn’t until
long after land
should have come into view
i saw myself
reflected back at me
from glassy eyes of indignation
another shipwreck
on the mantle
of forgotten soliloquies
another sermon given
over the grave
of lost dream
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This one touches deep and I love the imagery of our dreams being captured in one of those bottles.
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if they could be, i would be a child smashing them open and bringing them to life. the cuts from walking in the glass would be worth it.
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And that is an even better image.
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