Bye-Bye Time

Thomas W Case



The silly minutes
rage by like a
falling cuckoo clock.
Dilapidated dreams are
bent and burnt like
autumn leaves.

Fuck the cliches.
Time hurts, like a
gaping wound.
Hold it close, and
value every precious
second.

  • Author: Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 13th, 2025 19:31
  • Comment from author about the poem: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aMbrfKP2H38 Here is a link to my YouTube channel where I read from my latest books, Sleep Always Calls, Seedy Town Blues, and It's Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse. They are all available on Amazon. The latest video is of a reading I did at the Clear Lake Public Library.
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  • Fína Elara 🌙 Petra Patrice

    This poem is so sad and deeply open.
    The imagery cuts deep, and every line feels like it’s laid bare for us to feel.
    Beautifully written.

  • Doggerel Dave

    'Time hurts'- sometimes, yes.

  • Tristan Robert Lange

    The poem is so sad...but I am happy the title was...well...not referring to your going away! Whew! 😅 Loved it Thomas!

  • sorenbarrett

    Gems of truth here Thomas. As time passes comes the recognition that certain dreams will never be fulfilled for they have expiration dates that have passed. Nicely written Thomas

  • Teddy.15

    Absolutely 🌹

  • Dan Williams

    I have for the longest been of the opinion that the old hat about time healing all hurt is naive rubbish. After long enough you just get used to it.

  • Tom Dylan

    A powerful write, Thomas. Cracking imagery.



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