Spiraling out of Control

Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wBAZoRBDD9k

Nobody knows when
love will roll in and
waltz with your crippled
soul.
Nobody knows when
the chickens will come
home, or when the dog
will have its day.

I heard of a place where
silence blossoms into
flowers of wisdom, but
when I ask for directions,
nobody knows.

I taste the sadness of
the sky in every poisoned
drop of rain.
I was born to swallow it.
To be consumed by the
gray expanse.
I ask for the antidote,
the cure.
Nobody Knows.

What happened to the
street signs, the picket fences,
all the love and empty spaces?
People play games, and only
traces of humanity remain.
How do I pull the cord on
this parachute?
Nobody Knows.

Author's Note

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wBAZoRBDD9k
Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read my work from my recently published books: Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, It's Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse, and Sleep Always Calls. They are all available on Amazon.
www.thomaswcase.com

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

This one can only be called a lament. It has the same tone as the great Biblical laments, such as Psalm 137. The speaker is looking upon his world and finding it deeply wanting. Verse three is especially solemn, the speaker saying he was born to taste the poisoned rain of this time. The last verse is a longing for the past and a plea for a way to change the way things are. In the end, though, there is only futility.

[Thomas W Case]

You got it. There is hope though.

[MCS]

Thomas, these lines brought to mind William Shakespeare’s Richard II, “my grief lies all within, and these external manners of lament are merely shadows to the unseen grief that swells with silence in the tortured soul. Wonderful writing, dear poet.

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, my friend.

[Pete]

there's nothing new under the sun although many of us think we've found it. sure hope the writer figures out how to pull that ripcord before he kisses the ground. you really dig at the marrow of life. "Cowards suffer, heroes enjoy." - Thoreau

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you. I appreciate it.

[Betty Hermelee]

Dear Thomas
we have become a world of strangers; and some angry ones at that...I say it's fate or destiny that controls our lives....not the Almighty.....your piece is beautifully portrayed, very deep and complex and very well written....
Warmly, B

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you so much, Betty.

[red93]

A deep seam of existential angst in this piece Thomas. Only The Almighty has the answers. Exceptional ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, my friend.

[Soren]

It is the answer to important questions that nobody knows those that mean little everybody knows. Lovely piece Thomas

[Thomas W Case]

Thanks, my friend.

[hiren]

Hi Thomas,

Sometimes leading life as its role played for god makes me feel better instead we are leading life.

Very nicely you have expressed.
Your writings with date becomes a book to publish, it's like biography you are writing.

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you so much.

[DIVYA]

This is such a beautiful poem, Thomas. Yes, nobody knows and no one in the world has the answers to those vital questions. Well said!

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you.

[W. Barrett Munn]

Really excellent and thought provoking.
Nice work.

Winston