It doesn't seem like
Christmas.
Mom and Dad are gone,
the kids are grown; There's no
snow on the ground, and
I'm in the psych ward again.
There is a dead dog loneliness
about the place.
All the patients are asleep,
and it's too early to get
my medicine.
Coffee has replaced
vodka in my diet, and
I feel like I'm in a
battle without a shield.
Even the pen I wield
isn't as sharp as it
used to be.
- Author: Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 26th, 2024 23:11
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- Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15, aDarkerMind
Comments9
Beautiful.... captures the helplessness so well...
Thank you, Allan.
And even then we could say things could always be worse. Such emotion dear Thomas, your imagery brings me to a very dark place. Excellent work as always. 🌹
Thank you, sweet Teddy.
Good write T.
Thanks.
who was it said the withdrawal method was safe eh' .. I learnt early that everything has its drawbacks .. and this is just about as ragged and real as it gets .. Neville
The sense of stillness and aloneness as well as the season and site are setting the tone. I have been there many times and can feel it in this poem. Nicely done.
Thank you so much.
Amazing poem T.
Hope you are doing well now....
I am. Thank you so much.
as good as always Thomas;
a big thumbs up for this one;
Thank you, my friend.
Heart felt message Thomas
Thank you.
this is a cry straight from the heart - awesome
keep up the good work
Thank you.
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