Heavy Black Mason Jar

Heavy Black Mason Jar

Sometimes treasure in a bottle's temporary in a mason jar,

And maybe if it's a dream, I'll sleep it off.

The hope reached out, it reaches far,

Circles round the globe to come back tomorrow.

I think I start to see the seed, the root,

The shades of blue, your face, the dark, the truth.

And like that seed it seeks escape;

Abruptly leaves it's feeble place.

"A broke clock is right twice a day,"

And often feel that time is fixed,

I trekked down that path of rebuild at my expense, the dollars spent, it's tough and real intense.

You got your home, your English, your soul, your family name,

I guess for you that that's enough, 

Read between the lines; a post in Huff.,

And still don't understand the nightmares I'm speaking of.

Astronauts of friendships, Blu & Exile just below the Heavens,

That mason jar of temporary, sometimes oil, black, crude, and heavy.

Reviews

[Nariko]

It reminds me of when I bottle up my feelings and how a lot of times it overfills and bursts

[Sarah Saz]

I read this a few times as it struck something in me. Beautifully written.

[Ty]

It's a bit of a tongue twister. Really happy it resonated with you! Thanks!