A Voice from the Bottle (A Global Awareness from Fourlinegraphia)

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Once I was born from fire and oil,

A gleam of promise in a world so spoil.

A vessel of refreshment, a symbol of ease,

A tiny miracle meant to serve and please.


But oh, how swiftly I was cast aside,

Discarded, forgotten, left to bide

My time in shadows, in landfill's gloom,

A silent witness to impending doom.


I cry for rivers choked with my kin,

For marine life caught in my endless spin.

I see the turtles, fish, and birds,

Entwined in my suffocating words.


Why am I so easily replaced,

Consumed with haste, so wasteful, so chaste?

In a world that values speed and greed,

I am just a pawn in its reckless feed.


I ask for mercy, for a second chance,

A life of reuse, a mindful dance.

Could I become a part of something new-

A bottle reborn, a craft, a shoe?


I long to be loved beyond my first use,

To break free from this endless ruse.

To not be just trash on the ground,

But a part of life that’s truly sound.


So listen, humans, with open hearts,

Think of my story before it departs.

Cherish what you have, reduce, reuse,

And give us all a better future to choose.


So heed this warning, whispered low-

Each plastic choice will seed what grows.

Recycle clean, sort right, reclaim;

Give waste new life, not more to maim.

For every bottle saved from roam,

We stitch small healing into home.

Choose wisely now, before we find

A future strangled by our own design



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