My body aches in the waiting and
the night is torn apart;
fractured and shattered by
the memory of you.
Stars shake and die,
and I'm filled with diesel loneliness,
soul sick, like a butterfly melting.
Everywhere I go,
I smell pumpkin pie, lilacs,
and sexual energy.
The day will come when
I'll not think of you;
not write a single line about
you--not feel you in the
attic of my mind;
but until then,
the crows peck at my
heart, spring never comes;
ice forms on my brain,
and life inches along like a filthy worm.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments5
well written description of loneliness. Nice job
Thank you very much.
You're welcome
Good emotive words Thomas.
Andy
Thank you.
great stuff Thomas
thank you.
The obsession of love is well expressed here. Nice images.
Thank you.
The crow pecking and the life inching away like a filthy worm: like loss, leaving someone to waste away . Like someone waiting for the pain to stop-great symbolism
Thank you so much.
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