Starting Over

Thomas W Case



She threw me a
rock in a
sea of madness.
A twisted lifeline,
when I longed
for love.
Now it's just
empty space,
a knife wound to
the face,
and a new
house
that I can see
the library from.

  • Author: Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 2nd, 2024 23:31
  • Comment from author about the poem: Check out my book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems on Amazon.com
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  • orchidee

    A fine write T.

  • Neville



    most wounds heal .. in time .. and its so much better than trying to sleep under bridges .. I know, I wear my scars like old soldiers wear their campaign medals .. and I've worn a few doorways and bridges out in my time .. this was ragged and real, just like I like em .. Neville

  • John Prophet

    Yup, we’ve all been tossed aside in our day. Tough stuff, great heartfelt write ✍️

  • Teddy.15

    Such a lot of imagery, I think being so close to the library would be bitter sweet for me, if I was hoping to be a pro author but then if I was i would enjoy the view and the achievement. Thought provoking because your metaphor offers so much. 🌹

    • Thomas W Case

      Thank you, Teddy. I appreciate your comments.



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