Another lunatic trip to
the hospital.
Nine days, this
go around.
For the first two
days, I just pulled
the covers over my
head and pretended I
was back in the womb.
It was warm and safe.
As much as I
wanted to stay,
I knew it was time to
be reborn into this
strange world of
sick streets, and
broken dreams.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments8
This one I have been there wishing to be back in the womb pulling a blanket over the head. I could feel it in the poem. Well done
Thanks, much appreciated.
Good write T.
Thank you.
Such a great poem ! Truly enjoyed it
Thank you so much.
👏👏 Clapping!!
Powerful penning,
strong feelings, message
and thoughts indeed! 🤔
Sometimes I wanna be
back in the womb where
It's warm and safe,
awesome read!! 👍 💯
Best regards ✌️ peace Thad
Thanks.
Love it
Thank you.
Self disclosure is a bit like the sword of Damocles isn't it .. It can be either immensely cathartic, or conversely, it can serve to crucify .. I trust you felt better upon discharge & henceforth wish you well .. Neville
Thank you, this is an older one. Feeling fantastic.
Good words Thomas, I hope all is well.
Andy
Thank you. All is well. This is an older one.
Beautiful 🌹
Thank you, sweet Teddy.
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