Bottled

Intricate vessels we build,

filled with frozen emotion,

broken inside and chilled,

gilded in iced commotion.

Notions of pain and sadness;

badness shattered to frosting,

accosting anguished madness,

caddiness that is exhausting.

Haunting bits of frigid shards,

yards of numbness throttled,

cobbled with undesired cards,

guards for what we’ve bottled.