Oliver Daunt is a young, aspiring writer. He has a love for words and his passion is to help his readers escape the stresses of everyday life by submerging them in his prose and poetry.
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Having feelings for a person
Who spares not a thought for you,
Like a fucked up bubbling ocean of consciousness,
Or perhaps a potion of nonsense-ness,
All trapped within a glass bottle.
Captured, it fizzes and stirs
The lid drops off.
It cackles and taunts
As a fountain of liquidated feelings and thoughts
Spills to the ground
And stains the ceiling.
Then it spreads all around
And spawns a slippery mess,
But yield no success.
You’re stuck at rock-bottom
Soon to be forgotten.
Then you realise the truth of it all,
How you could have stopped the fall.
If you’d just opened the bottle over a sink.
It’s too late you know,
But why didn’t you think?
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