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Wrote this in Words already, hopefully this isn't against the rules. But more people knew him here and I wanted to share for anyone that knew and cared about him.
Anyway, this poem is an ode to Tom. Hope you like it.
Only the good die young.
Trickles of sorrow run down the window
And the moon shines a hollow crater
Into a room bereft of Thing.
Notes float into unseeing ears
They try to understand. Understand what?
There's nothing out there but the moon.
It grins at us all and masquerades
A benevolent figure, apparently, shining on us all
So then why did it take him away
There's no fucking answer out there.
The crater in the sky has turned its diamond back on us
Gone. Alone. Not even the emptiness to welcome.
Anyway, this poem is an ode to Tom. Hope you like it.
Only the good die young.
Trickles of sorrow run down the window
And the moon shines a hollow crater
Into a room bereft of Thing.
Notes float into unseeing ears
They try to understand. Understand what?
There's nothing out there but the moon.
It grins at us all and masquerades
A benevolent figure, apparently, shining on us all
So then why did it take him away
There's no fucking answer out there.
The crater in the sky has turned its diamond back on us
Gone. Alone. Not even the emptiness to welcome.

