He had that
groaning soul
loneliness, like a
puffy white cloud,
floating aimless and
aching toward the
black abyss- that gray sky
sadness,
like he was
five years old, and just
watched his dog get
hit by a car.
You could smell
the pain- taste it
like potato chips on a
sore throat.
It smelled like a
basement or cobwebs.
I told him,
'Nothing will fix that
shit- just time and dirt.'
He didn't blink,
and his soft walnut eyes
flashed
crossword confusion.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments9
Aww, you almost remind me somehow of my late father after my mother passed, albeit I don't know why. The imagery and haunting poignancy herein draws the soul subtly. Beautifully rendered. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you.
Whether a favourite pet or a favourite person the message is clear, beautifully crafted and the walnut eyes I could see. Emotions a plenty my dear Thomas. 🌹
Thank you, sweet Teddy.
Highly descriptive I could taste it. Lovely Thomas
Thank you.
Those painful times will never be forgotten Thomas.
Andy
Thank you. Much appreciated.
Whether autobiographical, or a product of imagination, you have certainly excelled here Thomas .. Neville
Thank you, my friend.
Good write T.
Thanks.
Powerful stuff, my friend. A fine write.
Much appreciated.
Powerfully written Thomas, and felt too. A moving account. Got a lump in my throat. Fine writing.
Thank you so much.
Very visceral and bare-all in its poetic erudition. Indeed, time and dirt. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you. Much appreciated.
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