Dirt Poem, by Frostyone , at My poetic side

It all began sitting in a sink

Out of a cold can was my first drink

Trying to fit in growing up to be cool

Chemically bound early the fool

The road ahead remained to be seen

In my teens I colored with a new shade of green

Not long after a small piece of paper

Various colors atop the skyscraper

The laughter that came from a cap with a stem

Light from the soul reflects from a prism

Only a few times included the dirty

No fun at all a sample before thirty

A shaved lady the color of white

Adds to the seconds left in a night

A cold creamy yellow a candle melts the shade

Years of adversity before this would fade

For twenty years an inner sense to revamp

Designs multicolored pressed with a stamp

All the white coats lessened the thrill

A bottle to dissipate the drive in ones will

The liquid flowed forever since that day with a sip

A life sentence suffered in its grip

A taste in the packs and cans in the sleeve

Lured by a wink promoted to deceive

The pigment of green is less harmful than all

To this day the stigma stands tall

The natural feeling from the ones that sprout

A calm in the window not a shadow of a doubt

The sessions with evil distant memories still stick

Never understood how for some it did the trick

The white in a blue on the wings of a dove

A heartbeat intense and too personal to love

An instant euphoria lands far from the top

Never before could one not stop

Nights accommodated with stars dimmed to low

Until the early hours the sedated rhythmic flow

The effects of the ink on the paper hand written

Broken in half and in no way smitten

Never had the courage to dance with the brown or black

Forget to breathe and can’t be brought back

The pressure that peers as we seek notoriety

Crushes the innocence that comes with sobriety

Experience will teach us no longer to flirt

The recap above the remnants of dirt

Dirt