Is it just a dream lord? Please tell me cause I’m tired of waiting here. All the things I’ve said and done somehow have gone wrong. I know times are bad but they always have been so why take it out on me? I know I’m to blame but I feel the same way about you.
Once I knew a girl who would’ve loved me with all of her heart and If I’d had any love to give I’d given it to her. Laughter doesn’t come easy but the tears fall as easily as the rains fall from the dark grey skies I look upon.
Burn all the flags they are just sending people to their graves. Tear down the sky I’m tired of looking at it anyway.
Rainy day confessions I bare my soul to the pain. All that once was shall be again some sunny day. But if I’ve never felt the sun how can I feel it now in the rain? Will someone please help me ‘cause I believe I’m fading fast.
Are you just a dream lord? Am I really alone? Who are all these people are any of them my friend ? Is there anybody out there or has all the the love died within?
Am I really alone?
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J.H.Byron-Nuel (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I initially scribbled these words down in my late teens while I sat on a bale of hay looking out the barn door during the wee morning hours of early spring waiting for my one of my goats to give birth. I later made it into a song “Rainy Day Confessions “. On a happy note she gave birth to two beautiful little does and I raised them up to be very good milkers.
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