There is a
screaming
screeching pain
that is so raw.
It's like a
mouse caught in
a glue trap.
It must be locked
away for no one
to see or handle.
And sometimes
on moonless nights
when no one is
around, and the
owls have killed
their prey, and the
teardrops have been
bottled and sold on
the black market,
you may be tempted
to take that pain out,
like a slice of pie,
and taste it.
Be careful.
It may have
fermented and
developed a mind of
its own.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments8
you have hit all notes with this one Thomas.
loved every word;
and a wonderful ending.
Thank you, my kind friend.
Probably one of the most artistic ways to describe grief that I have ever read, spectacular in imagery emotion and reflection. 🌹
Thank you so much, Teddy. You are the best. I look forward to reading your book review.
I review your work daily dear Poet. 🌹
Yes, you do. I appreciate it.
Let them eat cake, erm, pie. lol.
Thanks
This is amazing. Very well done.I think that pain has a name "My X"
I hear you. Thanks, David.
Great write Thomas
Thank you.
Very good emotive write Thomas.
Andy
Thank you so much.
Such a powerful poem, mate. Really hits home. Cheers, Tom.
Thank you, Tom.
Great work as always! I loved how you compared the pain with pie
Thank you.
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