THE RAIN

BY CHRIS WINTER

I sit here and I ponder
this cold and gloomy day.
The way my life has changed so much
my actions gone astray.
I hide where they can’t see me
The rain keeps falling down,
I shut my eyes and hold my ears
My face a constant frown.
The walls are solid, doors they slam.
Lights bright as the sun.
I hold some precious memories
of when the days were fun.
I wait in line to wait some more,
A never ending quest.
Nobody wants to help me out
I need to get some rest.
These visions are so scary
because they are so true,
movies can never duplicate
the actions that I do.
I toss and turn, try to think
how things could get better.
Waiting for the paper under my door
your name upon a letter.
I read your thoughts, hopes and dreams,
your daily chores of life.
Hoping to hold you in my arms
without all of this strife.
My dreams they seem to be on hold,
never planned this out.
But one day I’ll walk out these doors,
of that I have no doubt.
I think how things will differ,
the trivial and mundane,
I’ll miss the way things used to be
never thought of them as vain.
By then, the kids will all have grown,
some people will be gone.
I hate this game of chess in life
where I am just a pawn.
Too many things to think of,
the directions we will go,
everything weighing down on me
an avalanche of snow.
No wonder why it’s hard to think
with all this extra stress.
I look upon this guilt I’ve caused,
created such a mess.
I do as they say, no argument
making it the best,
still, I have to wonder
is this some wacked-out test?
Day by day for many years
I’ll search upon the skies…
and hope that no one notices —
the rain comes from my eyes. | CW