Writing is my lighthouse when
I'm lost at sea in the
dark fog
among the sirens singing their
seductive songs.
It is my net
that catches fish to feed
me when I'm starving and afraid.
An albatross silently looms, while
waves swell and break against my
raft.
The kraken yawns and waits,
but the words and lines tow
me safely to shore.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 8th, 2025 15:42
- Comment from author about the poem: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Noa4ztEUFDA Here is a link to my you tube channel where I do poetry reading from my books, Seedy Town Blues, It's Just a Hop, Skip and a Jump to the Madhouse, and Sleep Always Calls. They are available on Amazon. www.thomaswcase.com
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Comments5
So true Thomas I fish those waters too.
Thanks, my friend.
So it is, thus it shall ever be🙏🏻🕊
Yes. Thank you.
An ocean I regularly fish in, so true a write
Thank you so much.
You are very welcome
Excellent Thomas! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks. I appreciate it.
I can echo your thoughts in this poem brother poetry helps me stay off the cliffs edge. Well Done
Thank you, my friend.
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