In my head
shelves full of bottles.
Each bottle a dream.
A dream I hold dear to myself
Incased inside a glass bottle so I never forget.
I reach out to grab one bottle as it slips through my fingers.
Another bottle,
Crashing to the ground.
Broken glass in shards on the floor.
In those shards are my reflection.
Screaming
Crying
Pleading.
Closer glances at each bottle shows my reflection as well.
More bottles slipping through my fingers
Each dream
Each bottle
Each memory
Hidden inside these bottles so I never forget.
Now In shards on the floor.
I should hear something right?
Screaming
Crying
Pleading
Something.
I can't hear anything but the echo instead my own head.
All the dreams and memories I once had
Now shattered on the floor between my feet.
Echo echo echo echo...
Then nothing.
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Poetry
PoetryHiya! I wrote all these poems in this book. A-lot of them I wrote from the late hours of the night and the early hours of the morning. The most calming times of the day. When you're most at one with yourself. I will continue to update this "book" of...
