Hello PoetryVoting

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy poemsNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy poemsNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Water (blank verse)

The water haunts my house. Appearing so very often.

The nights on which it comes

tears apart all in its path.

No one can stop it.

It burns as it gets a hold of your throat and kills your insides with each sip

a sip so deadly you don't realize there until it hits you so hard you cant stand correctly,

so hard it slurs your words and will make you feel what anger is trapped deep inside you

So deadly it makes you feel as if your dependent on it.

It is planted in your mind,

making you think of it every second of the day, craving the sweet relief of un-quenched thirst.

Water kills you and the ones who love you.

Water needs to stay in the cabinet tucked away

where no harm is done.

So my dad will no longer hurt himself or me and mommy.

He is not deadly just the water that kills and injures.

The water haunts my house.

Request permission to use this poem
Written by
allie-dotson
20 / F
Published
Sep 24, 2017
Lines·Words
16·165
Tags
#water#alcohol#mommy#dad#abuse#harm#home#badhome#bad
Permission

Request to use this poem

Tell allie-dotson how you would like to use it. We review requests before forwarding them.

AboutBlogFAQPrivacyTermsContact
© 2009-2026 Hello Poetry/v27.0 by @eliotyork
Explore
Hello PoetryVoting
Write