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Tom May 2018
On an open plain
Gazing beyond
A mirage of light

Distant from those
Who hold me under
Grasping for breath
In an ocean of hurt

For I am alone
In this voyage
But for the thoughts
That cloud my view

Upon clear skies
An opening
Distant from those
Who hold me under

Walk as I must
Kicking up the dust
Between my tired feet
And the heavy ground

The path is long
But that I know
Step by step
The seeds will sow
Tom May 2018
What happens when the wind blows?
I feel as though nobody knows
Is it the trees pausing to breathe
Or a body taking its leave?

What happens when the wind blows?
As the night draws in, it only grows
Showing the path as a guiding light
Only a passenger to its daily fight

What happens when the wind blows?
I will follow wherever it goes.
Tom May 2018
I cannot think
I cannot breathe
This thought keeps pounding
It will not leave

No matter how I try
This thought keeps pounding

No matter my cry
This thought keeps pounding

It tells me
I am wrong to forget
Wrong to take a step
Wrong

How could you?
Do you not care?
Tom May 2018
I was once wise, but now, old
All I am, is shelter from the cold

Stripped back, until survival is all
Hold me steady and delay my fall

But the signs are clear, they are my fear
Who keeps their will, when their end is clear?

A forgotten fool for facing it whole
But who's to say denial heals the soul?

I see in your eyes, a reminder of the days
Before i saw you in disturbing haze

You ask me one last time, to remember our dreams
But they're of another life and i'm tearing at the seams
This poem is from the point of view of a dementia victim, who is trying to tell their partner that they know it's over for them, and that it is better to accept it, but cannot bring this point across.
Tom May 2018
Is there a pill tougher, than that of time?
Swallow or not, it marches on
Caring not for thoughts of apathy
So don't waste a life, wondering on
Places you'd see, or people you'd rather be
People won't stand aside, and welcome you to
The dreams you lock up for none to see

For i see a blank canvas, without a story to share
Shutting out undeserving company
They don't know your dreams, you don't care for theirs
They only remind you, of you
So, to another day spent staring, at these four walls
As blank as the canvas, you call your life
Tom Apr 2018
I sit across from you, you stare into my eyes and say
All the flowers, they wilt in the end
They will never return, not in the same
Some victories come easy and some losses never leave
Some people walk away no matter what you say
But new roots will grow, faster than you know
Not everything is for a lifetime, so permanent and still
The world is transient and so are you
But don’t be fooled you’ve got a life to lead
It’s just not your time to win this time
Wait and little while and you’ll see
All the flowers, they will rise again
Tom Apr 2018
As your excitement flows from your body to mine i know you’re the key to my ending entropy

All i desire is to grasp you by the arm but it’s your words i read when it’s your voice i need

Yes, i’ve heard it through the phone but it’s not the same until you call my name

A missed chance and a party to blame, i know it’s me, come and collect the guilty fee

Uncertainty grows as its arms surround me, pushing on my heaving chest pulling me from my rest

Will i one day sit beside you in a room empty but for our energy?
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