T for Tom


Posted in poem by johnsontoms on August 30, 2011

From my head to my arms to my joints to my hands

It’s one with the body and one with the land.

With eyes so close and near to the ground

I’m seeing things differently as if to be found.

But when my mind is tired and can wander no more

It waits by idly because I’m stuck to the floor.

Soon the pain grows until it won’t even hurt,

I’ll just stay here and wait to here “As you were.”


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: