A Writer

Thomas W Case

I just have to write.
Fuck everything else.
I've suffered for my art,
and there's no doubt that
I will suffer more.
We all have our agony,
that's life and I accept
my plight.
I am what I am
(as Popeye would say.)
And I couldn't change
it if I wanted to.
I remember one night,
staying in an abandoned
I wrote some poems on
the walls.
I saw the words in
the moonlight through
a broken window.
Even though I was famished,
I hadn't eaten in
three days,
at that moment, I became
full and complete.
I knew right then,
as long as I had the words;
my words, I would never
feel empty again.
My black satchel full of
writing and the clothes
on my back were all
I owned.
I had no idea where I
was going at dawn,
but I sure the fuck knew
who I was.

  • Author: Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 16th, 2023 23:47
  • Comment from author about the poem: If you get the chance, please check out my you tube channel. My book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems is available on Amazon.
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  • Darkfragrance

    some words
    A wall ...

  • Goldfinch60

    Writing is so important in our lives Thomas.


  • orchidee

    Good write Popeye, erm, Thomas. lol.

  • Tom Dylan

    Absolutely love this. Every line hits home. Just brilliant.

  • LIZ

    Yes, yes, yes!!!! And noone can take that from us!!!

    • Thomas W Case

      That's right. Thank you.

    • Accidental Poet

      When you write from the heart, it always comes out perfect. 😉👍

    • Jon Nakapalau

      Really liked this Thomas!

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