My mind is a
scrapbook of
tattered
memories and
ghosts that waltz to
sullen Cohen
songs in my heart.
Sometimes
it hurts
badly, like a
rotten tooth.
I have a foul and
electric
taste in my mouth.
A metallic bitterness.
There’s a febrile and
pale stranger in the
mirror that cowers
back at me.
Tears, like candle wax.
I used to
try and drink the
pain away.
Chase worldly
pursuits, like a
dog at the track
after that mechanical
rabbit.
As I get older,
I try to practice
wisdom.
I got off that
dirt road to
damnation Island.
We are in this
carnival of shit
together.
I seek a higher love
and try to ease another's
aching,
a pursuit worthwhile.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
Some great lines the whole second stanza is a great write of vivid images. This is a great character piece
Thank you so much.
Good write T.
Thanks.
A fine write, Thomas, full of cracking lines. The emotion really comes through.
Thanks, Tom. Much appreciated.
Such an emotional poem and such a great meaning!
Thank you so much.
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