The Life Preserver of Life

Cast out to sea alone with no ship
The last ale I drank now with an empty bottle
This message I write will be placed within
Tossing it out to sea

Months and years go by with no one saving me
This message has been lost with no one to read
The waves enter the shore and go back out to sea
This message in the bottle has been lost like me

Sharks all around cycling me as I await my death
Has life stopped reading or are they just blind and deaf
Can they not see this message I send
Lost out at sea with no one but me

One small light I see this night reflecting off the moon
I swim to shore to see and do I find
This empty bottle with this message of mine
My hopes and dreams of finding love

Have disappeared into another empty bottle
Of Wine

Dedicated to: My Brother
My brother’s life after the war drinking himself to death
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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October 16, 2019 at 9:57 AM
wonderful heartfelt dedication to your brother my friend...such a tragedy...war, even those that survive it are never the same, part of them dies along the path... sorry for your loss... love this poignant poem in his honor though... hugs
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October 16, 2019 at 10:07 AM
My peeps with those big words now I have to look up the word: Poignant LOL, Thank you my sweet friend!!
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October 16, 2019 at 9:52 AM
I'm so sorry the after effects of the ravages of war took your brother...Your poem a wonderful tribute.
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October 16, 2019 at 10:08 AM
Thank you Jeanne!!
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October 16, 2019 at 9:21 AM
So sorry to read of this loss. The article added to the significance of this piece. I can’t imagine all that he must have been trying to forget.
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October 16, 2019 at 9:49 AM
We were very close for over 50 years I heard the same war stories over and over but, I was always their to hear them, Thank you Richard
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