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Paul Martin

Abstract Tragedy Classics

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Paul Martin

Abstract Tragedy Classics

The Rain Won't Stop!

The Rain Won't Stop!

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Garbage bags full of unwanted thoughts

I'm losing the feeling in my ears

Not once did I get a mention

Even though I tried I lost and failed 


Weeping for notice just to hear the sound

Don't look this way I am not your entertainment

I still lie through my teeth 

Just for the sake of attention 


Yes I know I use this body of mine as a playground

I live inside here so I can see the fun that sweats

Through the sagging skin glistening 

Shouting out to you lovers with tests and questions 


No one will hear the damn thing now it is too late

I used to sing in a band of wasters

Waiting for the sun that never came

Did you know I also used to be emotional at wakes


I don't bother to brush my hair or the teeth

These days I just sit and listen 

And I see things too along with the pain

I get bad cramps when the rain falls 


I haven't been clean for months now

And it bothers me not one bit 

When you shine your light this way

I can hear the echoes of springtime calling out


I can't remember my name but I can still spell it

After the wind blows I still have a flutter 

But I never win the big prizes anymore

I only get the scraps no one else wants


That's where I am now in the gutter

Just waiting for another storm to wash me away

I'd pray to Jesus if I knew who he was

I don't believe in Sunday's either


They take up too much of the day for me to care

And I never could play chess but I know your moves 

For all the right reasons am slain and wasted

Like month old garbage bags stinking for pity's sake 


Can they not even give me a mention on the radio

I can play tunes too I used to be in a band of eegits 

Waiting for the rain to stop so we could collect the pennies

 I got hit before I could tell the reason why I felt the sadness 

But now I am yawning as another night calls me over

To the next day but how many more will there be

Not many I hope the way things are going now 

I wish they would stop banging so I could rest for once 



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