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
house.
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.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments7
somewhere
some words
A wall ...
Thank you.
Writing is so important in our lives Thomas.
Andy
Thank you, it is.
Good write Popeye, erm, Thomas. lol.
Thank you.
Absolutely love this. Every line hits home. Just brilliant.
Thank you so much.
Yes, yes, yes!!!! And noone can take that from us!!!
That's right. Thank you.
When you write from the heart, it always comes out perfect. 😉👍
Thank you. Absolutely.
Really liked this Thomas!
Thank you Sir.
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