Empty and debauched,
that hollow space
inside of me,
the cavernous
void that I tried
to stuff with
booze, drugs,
whores galore
turned out to be
the exact shape of
the Creator.
I smelled the stale
breath of death coming
for me on the
nightmare wind.
Life tasted like rotten
meat.
Maggots ate away at
my soul, and all I
touched felt like
cracked cement and
broken glass.
Always lost
forever searching.
I'm glad I found my
way home to the
sublime symphony, life can be,
should be
will be, if I don't wander
to the barren places, and
pitch a tent.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments7
The first verse I find very spiritual and Biblical - echoes of Ecclesiastes in the Old Testament.
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Again a raw work that speaks of difficult times and places best not remembered but then how to learn not to return?
Thank you, my friend.
You certainly did find your way home my friend. 🌹 Wonderful poem of reflection 🌹
Thank you, sweet Teddy.
Powerful poetry, as always, Thomas. A fan and a fave! 🌹👏
Thanks
You are most welcome.
The raw experience of a harsh time in life but more importantly learning from them and understanding how not to return to them, powerful read
Much appreciated.
You are very welcome
A Lot of Walt Whitman in your Speech.
Never go back.
Thanks.
Am glad too that you found your way home despite the circumstances that preceded it
Thanks.
you are most welcome
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