In tiny bottles you send away,
The words you've never dared to say.
You watch with care the footprints you trace
And slowly away they fade.
The oceans are deep and undiscovered,
None knows what the water harbors.
Perhaps it'll break, sinking to sunless depths,
Or wash up somewhere and nowhere's breadths.
Did you truly believe a glass bottle returns?
Or was it to let go of your concerns?
A frail paper note floating from a beach,
Perhaps never will the shore it reach.
A message in a bottle, a cry into the void.
The other side seems so empty and devoid.
Yet it's not the reply which you seek,
But rather a quiet chance to speak.
YOU ARE READING
Scattered Ponderings
PoetryA single note, it reads *Remember to write something profound here* (cover credit is to @adnali - if anyone's reading this, check out her stuff, it's so good) (spn & fandom is marked in title)
