Blue Glass Bottle

I brought a bottle of glass blue as the sea, 

I was told whatever put in it forever there it'll be. 

As a kid, I kept it with me at all time hoping to find a use of it, 

I found a lot of toys but none in the bottle will fit. 

But as one dark rainy night, I sat with a bottle on my table, 

Drenched in sorrow likes of which I read-only in fables. 

My first tear without a cry rolled off the corner of my eye, 

I let it slide in the blue glass bottle and it became my ally. 

I finally found something so shallow that my bottle can devour, 

And how in no time eating my feelings became its power. 

As years went I started filling it with my stupid ideas and doomed dreams, 

I feed it more bitter words, anger, pity and screams. 

Eventually, my shallow heart became too heavy for the glass, 

After years of beating my trusted ally gave up alas. 

As I lay in one last scream from my heart's sodom, 

It became my blue glass bottle with a crack in the bottom.