Just like Orpheus,
I descended.
Though,
my digression was
for different
reasons.
Yeah, I tried to
rescue you from
your hell.
Bring you out of
the degradation,
the debauchery.
It smelled like
vomit and piss.
The swine squealed.
The harpies shrieked.
And,
I looked
too long.
I became you.
Thank God I escaped.
Fate dragged me
out by the scruff
of my neck.
I will never
visit your
underworld
again.
You've made it
your home.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments8
Great write Thomas
Really glad to discover your writing
Sounds like a rescue attempt not appreciated
Loved the read
Orpheus.. son of muse?
Yours is definitely alive and well
Thank you, glad I discovered this site.
"Thank God I escaped"!! How powerful is that!!!!! We can't save anyone! A hard concept to grasp. Thank you for sharing!!
Thank you for the read.
The darkness becomes some and consumes others. Great write!
Thank you.
Toxic defined meticulously! We become the company we save and ‘thank God for fate’ so that we find you here-I hope that you are ascending to your desired heights now…
I am. Thank you. I'm very excited about the publication of my recent book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems. Life is good and this is a wonderful site.
Congratulations! Great task to accomplish…
Thank you.
Yes you have escaped into the wonder of your own world Thomas.
Andy
Thanks
Orpheus invited me for dinner there one day at his place - no thanks! lol.
lol
A bad hair day for him! lol.
you have a talent my friend.
impressive indeed;
Thank you.
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