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.

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Writer. Artist. Sleepless Blogger. Wrestling junkie. Comic-Book Nerd. Every moment is a story View all posts by David W. Jones