Orpheus Rebooted

Thomas W Case



Just like Orpheus,
I descended.
Though,
my digression was
for different
reasons.
Yeah, I tried to
rescue you from
your hell.
Bring you out of
the degradation,
the debauchery.

It smelled like
vomit and piss.
The swine squealed.
The harpies shrieked.
And,
I looked
too long.
I became you.

Thank God I escaped.
Fate dragged me
out by the scruff
of my neck.
You've made it
your home,
but, I will never
visit your underworld
again.

  • Author: Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 19th, 2025 13:01
  • Comment from author about the poem: This a re-post. My book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems is available on Amazon.com, and my limited edition e-book, Rise Up Collected Poems and Short Stories is available on Booksie.com
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Comments8

  • sorenbarrett

    A different Orpheus and in this metaphor one is drug to the underworld. Very nicely penned

  • Teddy.15

    To go to the ends of the world for the woman you love only to be disappointed, wonderful poetry, and very seldom your heart is left on your sleeve, today is such an occasion 🌹

  • LP2187

    A really powerful and emotional poem, a good read.

    • Thomas W Case

      Thank you.

      • LP2187

        You’re welcome

      • Tristan Robert Lange

        Wonderful poem, my friend! Powerful!

      • Goldfinch60

        Yes keep out of that world Thomas.

        Andy

        • Thomas W Case

          I will. Thank you. Much appreciated.

        • orchidee

          Good write T.

        • Neville



          There are those who say you have to go all the way down before you are able to even think about climbing up and out again .. I wonder if you are reflecting upon one or two such occasions .. Nice one sir T .. Neville

          • Thomas W Case

            Yes, I am. Thank yo,u my kind friend.

          • whats write for me

            This is a powerful message and reminder. We cannot help those that are not willing to help themselves. Else we risk laboring in the same mire we are trying to rescue them from. Plant the seed and let God do the work. If we are lucky, we get to see him work.



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