The world is an
orphan's broken toy.
Heart like a ferrel hog,
untamed by cages and
starvation.
The depth of misery and
elation sink dripping teeth
into ripe peaches.
Come on in.
Ignore the floating, bloated
bodies.
There's a pool of Shalom
somewhere.
We all want to be healed.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 16th, 2025 12:07
- Comment from author about the poem: My latest book, Sleep Always Calls, is available on Amazon.com I have a website with more info on my books, and my YouTube channel is full of poetry readings and fishing adventures. www.thomaswcase.com
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Comments5
I love this metaphorical piece that crawls with the lice of life and attracts the flies of our filth it devours worm infested greed and grunts at the critics remarks. It is raw and breaths the smell of a hog pen.
Thank you so much.
A fantastic write around the maggots and flies feeding off the dying corpses of life, wonderful
Thank you.
You are very welcome
Amen. Looking for that pool! Wonderful write, my friend. Powerful! 🌹👏
Thank you.
You are most welcome!
Lol Brilliant poetry. 🌹
Thank you, so much sweet Teddy.
Powerful words, brother. Nicely done. The title just nails it.
Thank you, my friend.
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