Please excuse the boundary
of my sadness;
it's not normal, I'm aware,
maybe, even maddening.
But, the horses need hay.
They are hungry.
Long evenings
full of shadows,
surround my blood
stained lazy bed.
The horses need hay.
Let's gather our
senses, and get to
the fields.
Make-believe we
have purpose and
direction.
Isn't that
the mindset we need
to overcome the largest
lie of them all.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 6th, 2025 10:31
- Comment from author about the poem: My book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems is available on Amazon.
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Comments10
Implication is the key to this poem's meaning. It is powerful and strong covered and disguised with the softness of hay.
Thank you, my friend.
Lets gather those senses quickly, enjoyed the read Thomas.
Thank you.
You are very welcome
Good write T.
Thank you.
Good write, I just gave my horse hay haha
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np
That purpose in life will lead us to a life of wonder Thomas.
Andy
Thank you.
We all have our worth dear friend, this is powerful and worth many reads. 🌹
Thank you, sweet Teddy.
Wow, this is such a powerful piece Thomas. Well penned.
Thank you so much, Cassie.
The largest lie of all? Like, love conquers all? Good lives are rewarded? I still can't find that mindset, I will go and feed those horses.
Thanks.
I like the poem but I think I missed something. Maybe I'm tired. Lol. Great imagery and good write.
Thank you.
Life goes on and things need to be done for it to keep going, the matter of fact Bess of it all makes other things fall into place. Very astute poem🙏🏻🕊️
Thank you.
You’re welcome TWC🙏🏻🕊
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