Damaged water bottle

I am a damaged water bottle,
I can stand still but still I wobble
and everytime I fall the damage doubles.
Sobbing on a lonely shore,
my real identity tore.
The water I have leaked made the sand damp,
the only companion on the nights without lamp.
As the leakage began to race,
trust and dreams escaped at a faster pace,
and then the pebbles of depression and regrets
tip-toed into the empty space.

I creaked, yelling at the colourless roller-coaster
covered with a bubbly surface to carry me away
from this cruel ambience.
But I was so useless
that even death denied my acceptance,
leaving me helpless to survive in this ever-tightening swirl
and myself,
forever begging to enter a peaceful world.
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~ Yashasvi Bhati
picture from Pinterest