All the Difference

Thomas W Case



I've been to the
bitter, dark place
where dreams are
decorations in
dilapidated houses,
a building haunted by
the ghosts of spring.
I tasted the wine of
whores and convicts
there.

I've prayed with the
broken and wasted.
I spent
days and months,
almost forever with
the feral men and
women of America in
homes not fit for fleas.

Then one cosmic day,
while the wounded slept,
I chased a beautiful
moth that escaped the flame.
And that has made all
the difference.

  • Author: Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 27th, 2025 23:44
  • Comment from author about the poem: My recently published books, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems and It's Just a Hop, Skip, and Jump to the Madhouse, are available on Amazon.com www.thomaswcase.com
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 42
  • Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15, Tristan Robert Lange, Cheeky Missy
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors


Comments +

Comments7

  • arqios

    Superb writeπŸ™πŸ»πŸ•Š

  • Teddy.15

    What a wonderful finish here, loved every bit of imagery and the positivity. 🌹

    • Thomas W Case

      Thank you so much, sweet Teddy.

    • sorenbarrett

      This poem speaks out of shanty town where grit is found. I love the last line it gives the poem a kick

    • Tristan Robert Lange

      A moth that escapes the flame. Now that is hope, flying fierce! Well done, my friend. Love this poem, tons! πŸŒΉπŸ‘

    • Cheeky Missy

      There's nothing quite like that twinkling glimmer in the smoky darkness of the seeming upper regions of hell to give the soul half a thread to grasp that we might escape, is there? Gorgeously rendered with excellent imagery and a haunting, heartening poignancy. Thank you for sharing.

    • gray0328

      Your poetry rings with truth and vision and carries me away from my doubts

    • Kevin Hulme

      May we all find such a Moth.
      Nice one.



    To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.