Stockholm Syndrome

Sometimes
I feel like a message
Trapped inside a bottle
Lost at sea
Riding the high tides
Forever alone with words
Never shared...
And I often worry
That I'm never
Discovered and read
Forever alone
With words
Eroding to death...
My only hope now
Is for Stockholm syndrome
To set in and trick me
Into love with my captor
And if I'm lucky enough
The ocean may one day whisper
In my ear
'I love you too'

G.Jolly