Poems on Sunday

In the mean time

I sit and wait

As time still passes by

Everything is different

Yet somehow the same

Now we see something

Say something

But only because it affecting you

When we where dying

No one was crying

Now it’s happening to you

But in the mean time

I keep seeing hatred and crime

But again nothing is new

Until it affects you

Therefore what does it take

For you to care

Death, you, your family

Anyone you can spare

Ooh my bad I’m rambling

I guess I just got to real

I’m just tell you

how I feel

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

Seeing the sun

Standing inside

I’ll be glad when

this is over

The air is stuffy

No wind on my face

No smell of sweet clovers

Soon the day will come

And we can

All be back outside

But for now

I dream of

Seeing the sun shine