I'm lonely as a
dancing ghost in
empty Halls,
waltzing through
memories of a
Banquet set for
many, yet no one arrived.
I long for
her on winter nights
when Christmas is a lie.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments7
Another interpretation of fairytales,-yours is mind-bending and raw. You design the picture the dance of loneliness and longing so well in your poems, Thomas!
Thank you so much.
Good write T.
Thank you.
impressed as always Thomas
Thank you.
Sad , yet a great write!
Thank you.
May she appear to you in reality soon Thomas.
Andy
Thanks Andy
Even the grandest of holidays falls far from connecting the part of us that yearns for an arrival that was purposely placed in never. Realizing admiring and wishing all at once is barren and exhausting
Thank you Bobby
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