Poems by Michael L. Snead

THE RAIN

Drop Drop Drop

That’s what I hear on the window’s ledge. The wind blows in, smelling damp and feeling moist as if I’ve just come out of the shower!

It’s a gray and hazy day, u know the type that makes the bed comfortable with the remote in one hand and the telephone in the other.

Drop, Drop, Drop Drop, Drop, Drop Drop, Drop, Drop

Sitting back and relaxing I hear the steadiness. It’s making me weary. I’m feeling sleepy. Before I doze off, a grilled cheese sandwich and some hot tomato soup sounds real tasty right about now.

I don’t mind the rain. I think of it as a type of meditation. It could actually make u sit and think about you, others, partners, trips, accidents, or maybe something pleasurable you did on another rainy day.

Now that the rain has ended, I need to come back to reality.

ME, MYSELF &I

Me, Myself, and I Or shall I just say I, myself, and me Without these three The person you see Wouldn’t be me!

Me, Myself and I No matter how hard I try There’s always something In the way that keeps Me from having a peaceful day!

As I walk through the streets, the air so sweet Why can’t life be easy? Stop stepping on my feet!

If I try and find myself, that’s so hard 2 do Trying to be me is not that easy you see I’m feeling self-centered and sick if I can Predict so just leave me

Don’t really try and define Me, myself, and I or I, myself, and me I took a long glance in the mirror Looking at the image staring back I know what I truly see!

Michael L. Snead

Michael L. Snead

12 STEPS (DIRECTIONS)

Damn, there’s a fork in the road— Eastbound, Westbound, Northbound, Southbound— In which direction do I move On these cracked and shaky grounds?

Money in a billfold with change to spare— I can go anywhere, but end up nowhere. Can this life of mine get any better? Yeah! OK? If you say so.

It’s like trying to predict the weather— Never sunny, just dark grey clouds— I rarely want anyone around. Turn me inside out so I can see the other side. This is something I will never hide. And as the light turns green, let the wind guide me. As the light turns green, Just let the wind blow and guide me. Only the strong survive and the weak will die. To have a drink actually stays out of my mind.

Eastbound, Westbound, Northbound, Southbound.

I always thank God I’m still around!

Michael L. Snead

OH GOD, WHY?!

God, tell me what did I do? I know there has be a reason. I’m feeling like a prisoner who just committed treason.

I wake up everyday with stress and pain and it seems extra heavy—let it go away. I can’t think, eat, or sleep—just fatigued, tired, and weak!

My life was like the sun—bright, shiny, and warm—it made a U-turn and everyday feels like a windy, nasty rainstorm.

When it came to getting dressed you couldn’t touch me— pressed shirt, tie, slacks, and shoes. Now it’s just a T-shirt, baggy jeans, and boots. I’m dying inside—my life I just want to lose.

I really don’t want to die. I’m just tired of this life. Marks and scars on my body and face—I rarely come outside because I’m very vain and I feel disgraced.

My body has taken a toll that’s been very frightening. Lord, just strike me down, please, with a bolt of lightening.

But as I wake up another day and I cry, I sit back and think and wipe my eyes. Is there a specific reason I live like this? I look up for an explanation and ask, Oh! God why? Just let me die! But to live another day, I will try and survive! And I say again, Oh, God, why?

Michael L. Snead