Poem 5- When tomorrow never comes

When tomorrow never comes, the days begin to wait.

When tomorrow never comes, havoc it does create.

When tomorrow never comes, the earth ceases to turn.

When tomorrow never comes, my heart begins to yearn.

When tomorrow never comes, I see my opportunity is lost.

When tomorrow never comes, it bites at me like the frost.

When tomorrow never comes, I search for answers fast.

However, I fear that tomorrow has already passed.

Poem 4- When sitting the bench hurts.

When sitting the bench hurts,

I feel a feeling that is not one that I am used to.

When sitting the bench hurts,

I think my efforts will never pay off for you.

When sitting the bench hurts,

I remember a day when it didn’t hurt as much.

When sitting the bench hurts,

I long for the warmth of your touch.

When sitting the bench hurts,

I wonder if this feeling will ever subside.

When sitting the bench hurts,

I feel my heart begin to divide.

So I sit here thinking about you,

When sitting the bench hurts.

Poem 3- When Life gives you Lemons

When Life gives you Lemons, it is said to make Lemonade.

When Life gives you more Lemons, hell have a parade.

When Life gives you Lemons, open a stand.

When Life gives you more Lemons, create your own brand.

When Life gives you Lemons, the world begins to break.

When Life gives you more Lemons, a toll it begins to take.

When Life gives you Lemons, some begin to pray.

When Life gives you more Lemons, others prepare to lay.

When Life gives me Lemons, to Life I say this.

“Have a drink of your own damn piss.”

Poem 2- I am Pain

I am pain, and pain is what I am. I see it, I feel it, I feed off it.

I see others happy and laughing, while I am left to wither away.

I look for answers and seek the way. But, all I find is pain suffering wherever I may stay.

I am pain, and pain is what I am. I see it, I feel it, I feed off it.

God please help me.

Poem 1- The Sliding Glass Door

As I walk to my sliding glass door, I look down and stare at the floor.

As I arrive at the clear glass plain, I look into the yard to keep me sane.

As I look up my eyes do behold, a lovely young flower that has grown so bold.

I soon think this is the one to pluck, however I soon realize the door is stuck.

When I turn to stop and think, I shortly turn back and wish I hadn’t blinked.

For my flower is gone and no intruder around, no clues can be recovered not even by the hound.

And so I sit and revel in dismay, at opportunity lost and how cheap Life can play.