Not pot like the drug, pot like the jug
Crystal
Blue
Clear
New
Clean
Beautiful
Water
Murky
Brown
Opaque
Old
Dirty
Displeasing
Water
Unimportant
These words
They don't matter
Just fillers for space in my head
They mean nothing to me
They might to you
Maybe they just might matter
If I write it down it becomes too real
If I don't voice it, it never happened
So I might never write about it
Maybe not directly
I have spoken it
And it's a bit too hard to voice
When your world is broken
When people who are supposed to love you,
Push you, and hurt more often than not
It's hard to ask for help
When the topic is so uncomfortable
When it's not a pretty sight
When it's not socially acceptable
When the water you pot from your river
Is murky and brown
You can't always have clean water from your river
It's not always like that
Sometimes it's clean
Sometimes it's dirty
But it's mostly the latter more often than not
Just depends on how you look at it
Who reads or listens to your words
My river is tainted at the moment
And slightly below where it should be
I don't know what the structure of this was
But these are words people should see.
-V
YOU ARE READING
When You Read it, You'll know me
PoetryJust words that flow A river in my head It twists and turns And never stays the same The current is strong You can never go back Pen it down And remember The joy of the ride Through the rough bumpy tide That are the words In my mind.
