Oh where do we begin? The rubble or our sins? – Bastille, “Pompeii”

And there I was just sitting there,

Watching fire fall from air.

Vesuvius boomed and did explode,

I sat down and prayed in pose.

Oh my Lord what have I done,

This is the end and no more fun.

God what happened why’d we leave you,

Now my city burns to ruin.

I hope to God they see some day,

I died right here, right where I pray.

– Thomas M. Watt

Bitter’s Steed Walks Slow

Painful thoughts you sit and stew,

Badening memories come from you.

Hate the way you torment me, pry my brain with more longing.

Silent peace at once forgotten, flying angels seem like a concept.

Twisting neurons firing greed, winding my brain to selfish need.

Walking with my head down low, know where I’ve gone and where I’ll go.

Convinced at once with thoughts of doom, reflected by the grey clouds gloom.

Turning pain within my speak, writhing anguish churns in me.

So much loss with cost unknown, too much absence for hope to grow.

Leave me run from bitter’s steed, I have to breathe my soul to ease.

– Thomas M. Watt

A Variety of Color

Through the glass comes different colors,

Some are different then the others,

There is pink and some bright blue,

along with green and orange too.

Through the glass comes sun outside,

But it still hits us at different times.

And even then the light reflects,

The different way humans express.

You see the God, the God above,

knows your heart and knows your love.

So don’t worry about fitting in,

It seems God’s window has much tint.

– Thomas M. Watt