Why are poems all so complex
Conveying abstract ideas in words many don’t understand
I write this text to ask this question
Although after you may think it as an irony, a contradiction

For my words are not exactly simple
They may be pleasing to hear but not all that different
From the convoluted manner
Other poems are written

I don’t deny that there is
A certain beauty to it
As if words could dance across the paper
To their own silent beat

How the way they are arranged
Can be so surprising and delightful
Just the way they are being written
Can make me feel something new

Still I want people to understand
What I pen and what I express
There may be meaning even if no one comprehends
But I really want people to be able to listen

To my voice decorated with rhyme and reason
Perhaps it is my own vain desire (and not of others)
For people to hear, to understand
I want justification

That my thoughts and feelings are perfectly normal
That I am not alone in this world, not just another
Misguided and moody soul ploughing through this weather
Soaked through my skin in lightning and thunder

Honestly I still don’t know
What constitutes a poem
This jumble of words
Could really just be nonsense

So while I may be in no position to rat
On how hard it can be to interpret
I think I can speak from the perspective of a regular person
Who sometimes really just wants to hear and understand