I chased it everywhere,
in booze that blurred my vision
and burned my throat,
in women who left whispers,
lies, and an occasional pair of panties behind,
in the flash of dollar signs,
the stale cigarettes,
the numbness of pills,
the rhythm of futile, meaningless nights.
Nothing fit.
Nothing stayed.
Just a temporary echo,
where something eternal wanted in.
I wandered for decades,
clutching my nonsense like it was life,
like it was gold,
thinking maybe this vagina
would be my portal to heaven,
or that one
my personal utopia.
I chased hits, drinks, lies, and laughs
through hundreds of cities
across this country.
But it kept calling,
like a hound from heaven.
That shape, that ache—
the one no whiskey could fill,
no woman, no fleeting thrill,
no applause,
no quiet Sunday morning
with a half-empty beer
and my own pathetic
reflection in the mirror.
And when I finally stumbled,
broke my teeth on my pride,
looked past the glittering carnival of life,
the grit and grime of myself,
the Creator waited, quiet,
not with judgment,
but with a whisper
and a hand
that fit the hole
I’d been trying to fill all along.
Obedience isn’t a curse;
it’s the only honest response
to a life I once shredded
with rebellion.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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A great write Thomas of how obedience comes in one's own time when rebellion has grown old.
Yes. Thank you. Much appreciated.
You are most welcome my friend
It can't be forced .. it'll come in its own time .. just like a woman .. write on brother T .. Neville ⭐⭐⭐🌟👍
Lol. Yes, thank you, my friend.
Thomas, I’ve known that kind of searching…trying everything that promises something, knowing deep down it won’t last. That pull toward something real, something lasting…this captures that journey honestly. Well done. my friend. A happy Sunday to you and your family. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you. Much appreciated.
Good write T.
Love is a dog from hell, your poem feels like a summary of the spirit of that book! amen!
Thanks. I love Buk.
Once more a Poem full of Grit and Honesty.
Good one.
Thank you.
Perhaps a necessary journey unable to be avoided, Thomas.
I'm sure it was. Thanks, Dave.
Looking past the grit and grime of yourself is therapeutic and will help you find your way out to a mirror you can look in and not see pathetic. Well done.
Thanks.
Awesome poem, strong, raw and intense. Kudos for this personal poem well expressed.!
Plz also read and comment my newest poem too
Thanks
seems to have been a really roller coaster of a ride - look back on it with fond memories, and enjoy the serenity that comes with age...
Absolutely. Thank you.
Most welcome 🙏🏼
Very well done. This made me think back on my own life.
Thank you, my friend.
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