You come in late at night creeping up the stairs,
all the while in a drunken state knocking over chairs.
Lying once again about where you have been,
you never seem to notice the perfume on your shirt.
Maybe someone else will buy all the lies through
buckets of tears.
Is that thunder that I hear?
Somewhere in the darkness another deal is struck
to cheat another man.
I can almost see you smiling from where I stand.
You never paid attention to what was in the shadows or a bucket full of tears.
Is that thunder that I hear?
Was the wine of power that made turn away from
all the rights you have ever known.
Somewhere along the way, your deceit was shown.
Seems like that power is now about to sleep away
but you will never see it go in a bucket full of tears.
Is that thunder that I hear.
Sneaking into the old man's house armed with a knife.
Tommorrow morning they sheriff will know you took his life.
There was something else there that they found you
along with the old man.
There in the cold darkness,lightning was about to strike, too late you learned to fear.
Is that thunder that I hear.
all the while in a drunken state knocking over chairs.
Lying once again about where you have been,
you never seem to notice the perfume on your shirt.
Maybe someone else will buy all the lies through
buckets of tears.
Is that thunder that I hear?
Somewhere in the darkness another deal is struck
to cheat another man.
I can almost see you smiling from where I stand.
You never paid attention to what was in the shadows or a bucket full of tears.
Is that thunder that I hear?
Was the wine of power that made turn away from
all the rights you have ever known.
Somewhere along the way, your deceit was shown.
Seems like that power is now about to sleep away
but you will never see it go in a bucket full of tears.
Is that thunder that I hear.
Sneaking into the old man's house armed with a knife.
Tommorrow morning they sheriff will know you took his life.
There was something else there that they found you
along with the old man.
There in the cold darkness,lightning was about to strike, too late you learned to fear.
Is that thunder that I hear.
Author notes
This one came to me today as I think back on the deeds of some who seek to cheat, lie in order to gain power and then kill. It was thundering today and yes some of this is personal. I had a friend who thought they had me fooled with her deceit but it is she who is the fool
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Sad indeed
Yes their will always be those who cares not what they do to others about them . Not to worry though their time is coming and they will feel true heartache and on top of it will be those also they left behind

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excellent expression
It is sad that so many people are involved in lying, cheating, and trying to get one over on somebody. I think that people like that are really a waste of space here on this earth.
I think the repetitiveness of your line, "Is that thunder that I hear" is very effective.
Ethereal One


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Thank you for entering and sharing this poem. It written in a good structure and rhythm and with your repeating you gave it some more strength.
~Sonja~



