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Jeanie Flowers Sep 2015
The rain keeps coming down,
Despite the path I choose.
Every time I take a risk,
I always seem to lose
Constant raining cats and dogs,
No matter what I try.
Rain keeps pouring down on me
As the time goes by.
Without a drop of sunshine
To break through  cloudy days
All I have is sadness,
Stuck in gloomy ways.
My mind can't seem to shake it..
Depression has been here too long.
The rain keeps coming down on me.
The wind keeps blowing strong.
Maybe, if I think that tomorrow
The sun will come out
And know it in my mind
Believe it without a doubt.
Then, I can change the weather
And turn grey skies to blue
And only sunshine will remain
The choice is up to you.
my worst days have always been rainy
Jeanie Flowers Sep 2015
Sounds of silence
Is something wrong?
Should have heard something...
It's been too long.

Could get a phone call
Its  turning into night
Still not a word,
I hope that they are alright.

Pacing the room
Worried and upset
Where could she be so long?
In trouble, I bet.

The car broke down,
It's out of gas
She's out there stranded
Or been in a crash.

Why not a phone call
To ease my mind
She lets me worry
All the time

Should I call the hospitals?
Should I call the cops?
The telephone rings
My heart stops.

Who could it be?
I pray she's alright.
"Hi, mom.  It's me
I'm spending the night."

"Ok, baby
Thanks for the call
Was I getting worried?
No, not at all."
i was given a title and asked to write about sounds of silence and the most intense silence in the world to me is worrying,not knowing what has happened to a loved one and why you have not heard from them.
that space of time you wait is torture and the relief is enormous when
they are OK.
Jeanie Flowers Sep 2015
Why do you call me, what do you need now?
You say you are a friend of mine, but I do not see how
Do you think that I'm a servant, and who are you, the king?
Whenever you need something, you only need to ring.
Like I don't have my own life or anything to do.
But sit and wait by the phone and hope to hear from you.
Insisting that I help you, whatever you request
Pretending that you give a **** is what you do best
Are you that stupid not to realize you can't work someone that way without it coming back to you and regretting it someday.
Thinking that you are smart, saying what I want to hear
Playing like you're there for me, acting so sincere
Manipulating with your words, finding where I'm weak
Knowing that I am the type to turn the other cheek.
Taking kindness for weakness is something not to do
Like playing with emotions, its bound to backfire on you.
I have always trusted you and what you said to me
Blinded by my own hopes, denying what I  see
Knowing what you really are is not a friend at all
And so next time you need to talk,
Find someone else to call.

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