Poems on Sunday

Understand

I tried to rationalize

When you didn’t come home

I blamed it on your drinking

Overlooking that you had a phone

Sometimes I didn’t get calls

Or text, And I gave you an excuse

Not knowing all alone you where slowly tying a noose

Around the bad relationship or whatever I thought we had

If I would have really looked, I would have saw that it was bad

Sometimes I feel hurt, anger, joy

Defeat and somehow grand

There was a time when seemed impossible now I understand

Tumultuous Thursday

The real hoax

He knew everything

And nothing

He spoke often

But not real words

When shone the truth

He called it absurd

And when his false world fail apart

He blamed everyone else, of course we all knew this part

The beginning of the end

There were no words to spend

No only truth believe me, believe me folks

Through all the deep state, he is the real hoax.

By hmaxwell

Poems on Sunday

Possible

You had the warning

And you closed your ears

You wanted love

Instead, you got tears

From your own eyes

They fell, silently was your cryies

You could go,are stay

Make a decision,either way

Love shouldn’t be an obstacle

Should you go…. possible