Water Please

Water Please

A Poem by John Byrd

A bottle that is half empty feels the same way as me.

It is the only thing on this planet that can relate to me.

One second I think I’m almost at the end of the race.

The next I feel as if I’m cramping in the middle of the track.

Or I think I’m going to make it over the hurdle

But I’m half full so I’m too heavy to get over the hurdle.



I’m weighted down.

By what?

I’m trying to figure that out.

My shadow doesn’t follow me everywhere I go.

There are certain places it isn’t allowed to go.

These locations are off limits but I still enter.

They have signs that say “Don’t enter”

But I’m not driving on the road.

I’m just walking

Wandering.

I’m trying to find what I lost in the darkness.



It’s cold here so I don’t think I’m close.

I don’t know what is wrong and what is not of my character anymore.

It’s hard to decipher what everything means.

I figured I was taking the right path

Until I saw a flying pig and a bird with no wings.

Abnormal and deranged thoughts.

I don’t know if I’m okay.

Can you answer that for me?



I travel a lot.

I never stay still.

I don’t really have a place I call “home”.

It’s just a place I temporarily reside.

People come and go.


A Legend died today.


My inspiration and I barely even was aware.

Still she rises.

I want to rise with the birds.

Speak up they can’t hear your shadow.

They want to overshadow you.

My presence is not always felt.



Frustration in me that I don’t want to let out.

I want to hold it just a little while longer.

You could probably compare it to a flower that is slowly wilting.

The flower needs water.

Black petunia.



Where is the rest of the water for the half full bottle?

I need to figure out where it is.

I thought I finished running track back in high school.

I’m trying to get my degree.

Pass the baton.

I’ve spent enough time here.

I need a vacation.

Away from it all.



Where I can just sit, dream, and enjoy.

I can’t do that often here.

Somewhere with a big body of water

For me to fill my bottle for free.

© 2014 John Byrd


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John Byrd
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Added on August 15, 2014
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John Byrd
John Byrd

Detroit, MI



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