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A Poem by Thomas W Case
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Here's a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gn9IAYo0wZE

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Empty and debauched,
that hollow space
inside of me,
the cavernous
void that I tried
to stuff with
booze, drugs,
w****s galore
turned out to be
the exact shape of
the Creator.

I smelled the stale
breath of death coming
for me on the
nightmare wind.
Life tasted like rotten
meat.
Maggots ate away at
my soul, and all I
touched felt like
cracked cement and
broken glass.

Always lost
forever searching.

I'm glad I found my
way home to the
sublime symphony, life can be,
should be
will be, if I don't wander
to the barren places, and
pitch a tent.

© 2025 Thomas W Case


Author's Note

Thomas W Case
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gn9IAYo0wZE
Here's a link to my YouTube channel where I read my poetry from my latest book, Sleep Always Calls, available on Amazon.com

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when we're empty, we'll try to fill it with anything. quite the gut punch. so well written - can feel it all from the lost emptiness to that satisfied, full place.

as my main man wrote long ago, "Not till we are lost, in other words, not till we have lost the world, do we begin to find ourselves, and realize where we are and the infinite extent of our relations." - thoreau

Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thomas W Case

7 Months Ago

Exactly. Thanks, my friend.
Pete

7 Months Ago

welcome. always a pleasure.



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A great poem on redemption and the quest for a fresh start and freedom from our inner demons...:)

Life tasted like rotten meat....until you found your way home to the sublime symphony....

I've been there man....thanks for sharing...this deeply personal experience and poem...

BB73

Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thomas W Case

7 Months Ago

Thank you. Much appreciated.
Buddhistboy73

7 Months Ago

You're welcome my WC friend...:)
BB73
when we're empty, we'll try to fill it with anything. quite the gut punch. so well written - can feel it all from the lost emptiness to that satisfied, full place.

as my main man wrote long ago, "Not till we are lost, in other words, not till we have lost the world, do we begin to find ourselves, and realize where we are and the infinite extent of our relations." - thoreau

Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thomas W Case

7 Months Ago

Exactly. Thanks, my friend.
Pete

7 Months Ago

welcome. always a pleasure.
Fine Write again Thomas. In Bristol UK we have guys sleeping in tents in the Broadmead Shopping Centre - and the Van Dwellers on Clifton Downs are rioting. Exceptional ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thomas W Case

7 Months Ago

Thank you, my friend. I appreciate it.
So many remain empty, what a blessing to have come through on the other side. Keep strong and full. Great read Thomas.

Chris

Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thomas W Case

7 Months Ago

Thank you so much, Chris.
Whoa... visceral to the bone, Thomas. I've seen maggots deep in morsitation - not pretty.
Without a space left for holy spirit, this is the ultimatum.

Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thomas W Case

7 Months Ago

Thanks, Lara. I appreciate you.

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Thomas W Case
Thomas W Case

Clear Lake, IA



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Thomas W. Case was born in Oxnard. He has published 3 volumes of poetry. The Bullfrog Dreams of Flying, Artichokes, Avocados, and Van Gogh, and Seedy Town Blues. He has won several poetry contests. Hi.. more..