Tom's26

A year ago today I broke a bone

my arm

and although now it’s physically calm

I’ve been significantly scarred and digitally harmed

indoctrinated and enlightened

a year

uncertain and frequentley filled with fear

sometimes scared that the apocalypse is near

yet nothing ever happens

either I found 26 or it found me

maybe something betwixt.

Thenumber

that awoke me from my slumber

gave me brilliant ideas, so many that I felt outnumbered.

Encumbered – By myself; I was aided by media, consumption and everything else.

I could be famous but in reality instead i’m shameless:

I’m special.

Certain, that there may be something spectral which rises up, like steam, from a kettle

fucking hell that’s mental.

This poem kind of went off the tracks.

like my life:

I’m always thinking everythings alright

knowing its not. Yet, not doing anything that will direct myself and make it right

nothing ever happens

yet my goals are always in sight

there is always a light,

Even at night.