Bottled Cleanliness - Art Print

Bottled Up Nerves Bottled up and feeling small, Antiquated anxieties keep me in thrall My future's a glass bottle sealed, Life within won't get revealed. Bottled up with age and worry, Hours of calm feel like a hurry The clean in me begins to rust, No way to fix this I can trust. Bottled cleanliness remains inside I can't get free and take the ride Memories in shadows start to creep, Far from the life I used to keep.AI-Emily Dickinson