Bottled up

a sad poem

BOTTLED UP
Caught up in my own complications
Situation absolutely incomprehensible
I sit in my own clever foolishness
Trying desperately to find loose ends
Of this pitiful twist

A silent thunder in a loop
I’m settled in this chaotic order;
Misery, regret, pain
Passion, issues, secrets
Fear, sadness, shame
Thirst, lust, wishes

There’s no one to talk to
Or there’s nowhere to start from
Or there’s absolutely nothing to say
As I tearfully act my script
In a quiet sadness

Hope was born to spite me
Dreams were made to mock me
Dead dreams and destiny
Leaves me bitter, never better
And keeps me all bottled up
Constantly longing for freedom