In my night
terror,
I hear the pounding
of
your wings, ripping and
tearing
at my feeble heart.
It's beating,
but
barely,
bomb-blasted by your
attack.
your love is like
a stroke;
like a bloated toad.
I'm road weary,
teary-eyed like a
sunflower.
And you scream in
the darkness like
a lamb.
I long to cum in
you.
I'm like dentures
chewed on by a stray dog;
teeth missing,
jagged like a
jack-o-lantern.
Damage control is
your best bet.
I let you way too
far in.
No turning back now.
I'm like a dumb
cow led to slaughter.
I'm miles away.
You're on a
different
island.
-
Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 11th, 2024 18:26
- Comment from author about the poem: https://booksie.chainletter.io/i/thomaswcase888 Here is a link to my recently published e book (limited edition) Rise Up Collected Poems and Short Stories
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 40
Offline)
Comments6
Maybe that island will get closer Thomas.
Andy
Thanks. I appreciate it.
Those pounding of the wings will be me - I'm The Birdman' but I never take off! lol.
Thank you.
Alienation expressed in stark terms of pain. I can feel the aloneness and desperation. Nicely done
Thank you.
👍👍
Wonderfully woven
a dynamite write! 🧨
Great use of metaphor;
mesmerizing imagery,
and to read a delight! 👍
Best regards peace ✌️ Thad
Thank you. Much appreciated.
Very nice from a fellow 'lost love' specialist.
Thank you.
Happy birthday to ya!
Thanks.
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.