Telling my troubles to the horses head on the wall.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Hope has already gone.

I could write to you
put my letters in a bottle
send them into the sea.

stand upon the shore
wait for your reply
until the cold winds come
and the darkness falls down around me.

somewhere the sun is shining
and the tide laps at the shore
bottled letters wash up
but hope has already gone.

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