(this Poem Needs A Title) (Or... Lost Soul?)
I am in the bog of despair, the slough of despond,
by chad fisher
A place of which I am not too fond,
As I read Pilgrim's Progress, I see the allegory,
Of my own hearts relation to this grand spiritual story!
The message in the bottle is the message in my heart
The message you may never read, the message you may never see
Unless the oceans of my soul from many worlds apart,
Some day roll their waves toward you, and your own heart's sea.