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

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

Only God knows

Only God knows

That I prayed everyday for us to make it

That I tried all the time until I could not fake it

Only God knows

How I stayed up late at night waiting for you to come home

And that even when you where with me,I still felt all alone

Only God knows

I was sad and yet somehow happy when we where finally through

I celebrate the good and bad,God knows I’m finally over you

Tumultuous Thursday

This is me

I’m short, sometimes loud

Sometimes I feel shame,sometimes I stand proud

I have made many mistakes

Perhaps more than a few

I except , this is me

Can you except you

Poems on Sunday

In real life

In real life, I loved him

and hated him all at once

He played games with my mind

the deceit went on for months

In real life, I looked forward to seeing him and dreaded his return

Appreciating the peace, unsure of his mindset, keeping my sanity upturned

In real life, I’m glad it’s over and relieve has washed over me

Today I feel peace and joy and sweet serenity.

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