hello dearest Thomas I have come so far I can feel you there…I’ll meet you there alone…Robyn was beautiful always giving to others…congratulations on you sobriety I wish I could say the same it’s not in the cards for me and the dark is constant company ❤️

Powerfully penned, Thomas. Excellent tribute write my friend. We’re losing so many voices far too early, I feel this one. Congrats on three years of sobriety brother. Lucky for us, we walked away from that demon. But no one walks away unscathed, we carry those scars still. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thank you. Much appreciated.

Robin was a hard blow to so many of all generations. When the darkness swallows them whole, it leaves us a little broken. This is an incredible tribute to those voices and a great example of your own. Those 3 years are a thing to be proud of, I know they can’t have been easy. Congratulations!

I can’t tell You how this touchs me personally… Profound, genuine, sincere and moving the innerself in a whole way. This is a true masterpiece not only as poetry, but as feelings and human nature. Thank You for writing and sharing this truly outstanding piece 🤍

Thank you.

Thomas loss was never painted more strongly with with such sad nostalgia as in this poem. Loved this and could feel it deep down. Because most of my old friend have passed on too. I miss them and see myself in your poem.

John

Aww its funny how one remembers their first time. This is well written

Powerfully penned, Thomas. The pain of a broken heart can often lead one into the arms of alcohol. It promises the world only to consume its host. Excellent write my friend, I can relate. Appreciate you.

Damian

Those first moments of heartbreak are all consuming. I still remember mine like yesterday too…

Yes, vivid and sharp. Thank you.

Oh, this is good, Damian.

There’s a song in there somewhere.Obviously in a minor key.

Great write🤘

I would be bored with the norm as well. This is good Damian

Powerful writing, my friend.

First this can be both a poem and a song, it has the beat of a song. Second, You said in your note that instead of thinking wiser You rolled with it, but truth to be said your poem from first line to the final is all wisdom. For me this is a monologue with the inner self to make sense of what is not sense, To be aware of everything that happened and what is needed to be changed, the “had enough” and welling to breaking the patten of the same repeation is felt in the final verse, your poems always has a personal feeling and that make them special.

Oh damn, that last verse hit hard. After each of the other verses, it became a hammer of defiance. I’m not sure I believe in a norm. It always just strikes me as others expecting you to be more like them. Meet them at their level because they’re too lazy to move. To evolve. No thank you. This is another strong piece. And I think just rolling with it worked out beautifully, my friend

Nice.

Powerful work, my friend. Vivid and sharp.

Damian when the illusions melt away and the masks are gone there is a great since of liberation as well as sadness. Not fitting in can make one feel alone but at the same time emancipated from a lifetime of being a square peg in a round hole. Truly great poetry here, my friend. You have given me the reader a glimpse into a life that is honest to oneself. I am most enriched to have read this.

John

Outstanding. Few can grasp the rungs you swing from.
This is so dirty Chicago snow -write.
A cramped city, trying to eke out some sort of heat from it.
Poem of the month, if they did that here.

Powerfully penned, Thomas. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Totally relate…