THE BOTTLE

Here we go again, you and I
I ran to you so I could hide
So the world will not see me cry
And know what I feel deep inside
With tearful eyes, dropping memoirs
Of weights I couldn’t seem to bear
For some are things that left me scars
And others; things that made me fear
Problem is that I kept you close
So I looked at you all the time
You reminded me of my woes
As tears ran down my face like slime

Burning the desires to have joy
How long can I go on like this?
I wonder if this is a ploy
One to stop me from having peace
Guess it’s time I look inside you
Take out the pieces of my heart
And remove what you and I knew
Seems to me you’ve played your part
Guess you had me bottled up
Now I’ve decided to break free
Don’t break your fall; fall from the top
So my joy will burst forth and spew…

(c) Chukwudi I.

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