There is a road to
sorrow.
The pain is palpable.
It involves
drugs, booze, and
bad women.
It ends with
life under a bridge.
There are lots of
hospitalizations.
It's hell on earth.
Seizures and sickness.
Love was my
haven, but I lost it.
I left ME behind.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments6
Rough and raw it rages and leaves the self behind abandoned in the grit and grime being used up. Nice Thomas
Thank you.
You are most welcome Thomas
Superb ending there, Thomas! "Love was my
haven, but I lost it.
I left ME behind."
Such an excellent ending. We seem to leave a big part of our true selves behind chasing after life's vanities. 🙏🕊️
thank you.
Welcome.
I've seen them sleeping on park benches, holding signs at a stoplight, pulling carts with all their worldly possessions, and I wonder what in their lives went so wrong. You paint a very powerful portrait with this poem of the lost people, forgotten, dismissed and even reviled. God help us if we can't see past all of it for the person inside. I applaud you!
Thank you.
I was blessed to leave these things behind 5 1/2 years ago though I need reminders. Nicely Done Brother
I feel better. ty
Happy birthday
thanks
A second thought in hitting the fave.
Thank you, my friend.
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