My journey is unexplained; there is no meaning.
I have lost my place, my anchor detached.
My dreams are crazy; no one understands.
I have misplaced my sanity, my hope denied.
My thoughts on paper; the words unread.
I sent them in a bottle for my survival.
Published by David W. Jones
David is a writer and blogger who enjoys creating literary expressions about everyday life. He is a published poet and currently doing reviews, creative writing, and storytelling. David's interests include narrating point-of-view scenarios, documenting non-fiction, and writing scripts for film and television.
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