The Glass Bottle.

Today is Moon Festival Day (中秋節). Everyone is out and about, barbecuing. But we decided to stay home. I wrote a poem on September 1, and I want to show to you all.

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☠ The glass bottle of water,

☠ Stands perpendicular to the floor.

☠ With no color or comfort,

☠ It has nothing to love anymore.

☠ The glass bottle falls

☠ Parallel to the floor.

☠ Lying flat and still,

☠ It won't stand anymore.

☠ The water pours out,

☠ Unwilling to stop.

☠ Wants to cry aloud

☠ Yet it stays silent

☠ The bottle lies on the floor,

☠ Still and weak, yet it stays.

☠ Refusing to stand tall anymore

☠ The bottle is empty.

☠ The water is all over the place.

☠ Yet it refuses to move.

☠ Refusing to look at our face,

☠ Unwilling to climb on.

☠ The glass bottle breaks one day.

☠ Yet no one cleans the broken glass

☠ Time files and we walk away.

☠ The bottle lies there.

☠ The glass bottle deep in its thoughts,

☠ Wishing to have been stronger

☠ Thinking if it had another chance,

☠ It would change.

Copyright by Sheridan. ❤

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