Fruit Trees in Every Room

Thomas W Case



Bowing to the vodka god,
I lived like a pleasure
seeking missile, propelled
toward all things ME.
Empty as a carcass.
Hungry as a desert.
I didn't see the
strawberry moon of
summer.
It was me and the
Ferryman, until the
river ran dry.
Eternal winter for
the soul.

And then

A revolution in my
being.
A total shift in
my values and
perception.
The Creator purchased
my dilapidated heart.
He moved in and lives
there still.

My home, on the outside
might look like
a shack to some, but inside
it's a mansion with the
most sublime bread you
ever tasted.
Fruit trees in every room.

  • Author: Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 10th, 2025 17:07
  • Comment from author about the poem: My books are all available on Amazon.com. My website is www.thomaswcase.com My latest book is Sleep Always Calls. https://www.amazon.com/Sleep-Always-Calls-Thomas-Case/dp/B0F7FS5DQB/ref=tmm
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Comments8

  • sorenbarrett

    Beautiful 'Thomas very nice

  • Kevin Hulme

    I'm sure the reverse is also true. A person looking good on the outside; but inside...
    Good for you.

  • Spencer Wilhelm

    Dang, beautifully written

  • Poetic Licence

    Beautifully written piece of poetry, enjoyed the read

  • jarcher54

    Are these fruit trees forbidden?

  • Tom Dylan

    Loving the new poems, brother. Nicely done.

    • Thomas W Case

      Thank you. Much appreciated.

    • gray0328

      Well Done Brother I bowed to the vodka God myself but haven't prayed to him in five years

      • Thomas W Case

        It's fantastic to be done with it. Thank you, brother.

      • Parisab

        The title itself is poetry ..,



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