The words are stuck.
The pen won't work.
The speech is sharp.
To speak will hurt.
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My message in a bottle,
I sent it far away.
In a sea of secrecy,
because I don't know what to say.
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Inside is the fear,
all those things I can't say.
Consuming little bits of hope,
so I'm sending it away.
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Inside is the hate,
the words that burn.
Better to spark than to scorch,
a hard thing to learn.
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Inside is giving up,
dismissal dressed as a lie.
I know you'll never understand,
so I won't even try.
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They say it's just so easy,
to say what you mean.
The outcome unravels in my head
like a colourful woven scene.
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They laugh but I don't see the joke.
They hurt when there is no pain.
They are confused where the lines make sense,
and I have to repeat myself again.
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So I sent these words in a bottle,
I sent them far away.
Head below the waves,
of an ocean of things I'll never say.
YOU ARE READING
meet me by the sea [#wattys2019]
Poetry"I'm going somewhere else all alone, the only person I'll worry about is me. A queendom of my own, all hidden beneath the sea. " A poem collection of an introvert's thoughts, dreams and fears, neatly wrapped up in an ocean aesthetic. A few of these...