Misunderstandings
A bottle, it lies just beyond my
A bottle, it lies just beyond my
Reach - on its side, wondering why
No one bothered to set it right again, fix the
Pain, hear its plight.
The cold cylindrical container croons - a soft murmur;
Whisper - does anyone hear? It doubts
That anyone pays attention to a mere
Bottle.
Could the bottle have fallen on its own accord;
Or could it've been a stray gust that caught
It by its heels, trying to run away from it all -
Its heart in shambles; crumbled wall.
Its heart in shambles; crumbled wall.
Yet as hours pass, it lies the same:
Will no one ever feel it yearn, for some
Understanding? It doesn't ask much -
Just for someone - just anyone; to again, set it
Standing.
