Literature
Message Sent
Message Sent
A letter written from me, it has everything I have felt and longed for.
I drop it in the water, watch it float away, then it sinks down into the depth.
It kisses the ocean sand, and drifts slowly upshore.
When it resurfaces, I felt as if it never changes.
The same feeling, just a different time, but the same self.
That's why at times, I feel as though I'm drowning.
A rock hits my throat, it's caught and can't speak.
A release needed, but there's only silence.
Awaiting for that message to be recieved by another.
But, only returns to the sender.
Is the message too heavy for it to float and to be carried away?
Is the bottle cracked and reached out only to sink?
Am I the only one left in this silent world?
A soft cry, day and night,
a plea,
with no end in sight,
Only met with silence,
silence in a dream.
