MY MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE

SALE ON THE WAVES FOR DAYS OR YEARS,
UNTIL YOU FIND CARING HANDS TO HOLD YOU,
LOVING EYES TO SEE YOU, TRUTHFUL LIPS TO READ YOU,
AND A HEART OF COMPASSION TO UNDERSTAND YOU.

FOR IN THIS BOTTLE MY HEART IS UNSEALED,
THE MESSAGE ARE REAL, OF THE WAY I TRULLY FEEL,
THESE PAGES ARE STAINED WITH THE TEARS 
OF MY INNOCENT YEARS.

A BOY YOUNG AND CURIOUS ABOUT LOVE
LOOSING HIS INNOCENCE TO A PREDATOR, 
HIS GYM TEACHER, AND NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOR,
THE ONE HE TRUSTED, AND CONFINED IN.

ASHAMED, HE BLAMES HIMSELF, 
A PAIN HE WOULD CARRY FOR YEARS,
HAUNTING THOUGHTS, EXPRESSED IN NIGHT TEARS,
MANY TIMES FEELING, LIKE HE WANTS TO DIE,
BECAUSE A BOY IS NOT SUPPOSED TO CRY
IN A WORLD WHERE AN ADOLESCENT TRUTH 
ARE CONSIDERED LIES. 

WHY HAS GOD ALLOWED HIM TO GROW OLD,
CARRYING THESE FEELINGS DEEP WITHIN HIS SOUL,
UNABLE TO LOVE, OR TRUST ANOTHER,
A FRACTURED HUMAN BEING, 
WHO IS NOW, A HUSBAND AND A FATHER.

MY MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE.

WILFORD BARKER.