A Message In a Bottle
Castaway in the isles of obscurity
I pen my diary in blood
Encased within poetic bottles
And cast them on the temporal winds
Into the sea of humanity.
It is an act of desperation
That perchance in time
There on some distant shore
Some passerby might find them
And in finding them read them
And by reading them discover me.
And so I sire my own little castaways
Bearing witness of their author
A message in a bottle
In search of that coincidental jury
Who having reviewed the evidence
Might find me guilty of life.
Timothy I. Brumley
Copyright © Timothy Brumley | Year Posted 2017
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