Wonderful write. Vivid and truly engrossing. Well done.

You showed what you were thinking about so well. Really good

This is no other way. That is so true you need to keep going forward while the euphoric feeling is there.

“Death walks beside me,
slow, patient,
hands in pockets,
whistling something,
like it’s got nowhere better to be.”

Beautifully penned, Thomas. Excellent write my friend. Really dig the stanza above but it was all amazing. Appreciate you.

Damian

Great work, full of fire and grit.
Regards
James

Thank you.

The way you describe death walking beside you with his hands in his pockets, like he’s not worried because his time will come as it always does in time and he’ll be there for it…all wrapped up between the moments of gorgeous nature unfolding around you…this is a masterpiece! Also, there is a distinct feeling of tiny death found in witnessing something so incredibly awe-inspiring beautiful. Brilliant

You are fantastic. Thank you.

“A familiar voice wears a bitter grin”
I can clearly understand your excellently expressed words, dear Damian. Such songs can trigger an endless loop of depressing thoughts. But they hold also the potential to make us aware of the shadows in our soul and help us to heal them.

This is free flowing thought is deep. It is amazing what the mind will produce at any given time.

There’s nothing worse than past regrets. If we could only get it right the first time it would alleviate so much. But life doesn’t allow it. Sad but true. Good one, Damian.

damn it dearest Damian this is great ❤️

Great rhymes, awesome message. Well done my friend.

” Listening to those old songs again

They speak of pain and past regret”

Yeahhh. I get this. The older I get the more I resonate with
those Truth Tellers of the past

Thorough work, Damian

much respect

Naaj

This hits with the weight of memory that refuses to soften, each line carrying its own ache. I love how the poem lets the past speak plainly—no sugar, just the raw residue of living.

Oh the layers in this one. It’s interesting how old songs can take us back to a moment and it’s fresh again, but we’re able to look at it through the eyes of hindsight. That’s where regret comes into play. Without hindsight, we don’t know there’s anything to regret. I sit with old tunes sometimes just to remind myself where I am, because of where I’ve been. And then I change the music and carry on. It’s all we can do. But those old ones… Feeling this one, my friend