Time walks away like a Little Gray Spider

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aQqzu0P6uKw Here is a link to my YouTube channel, where you can find me reading my poetry.

You take the
small pleasures when
they come,
like vanishing gnats.
The black cat rolls on
the freshly vacuumed
carpet,
reaching every spot
and fiber, to satisfy
the deep need for relief.

My good friend died this
morning.
Cirrohis--his lover became a killer.
M**********r, I'm sick of
death.
Neon orange sadness.
Three beautiful orphans behind.

The cubbards need to
be organized,
and every rotten thing in
the fridge needs tossed away.

This gray day
needs me back in bed,
covers over my head,
and a sunrise that
deletes everything.

Author's Note

My published books are Seedy Town Blues, It's Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse, and Sleep Always Calls. They are available on Amazon.

Reviews

[RomaJ]

Thomas, first I'd like to say: I am so sorry for your loss.

This poem is a quietly devastating piece. I love how the small, domestic details..the cat, the cupboards, the fridge..carry the weight of grief without a hint of melodrama.

The final wish for “a sunrise that deletes everything” lingers long after reading, haunting and poignant.

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you so much. I appreciate it.

[Chris Shaw]

Heavy with loss. I am so sorry Thomas. An awful end for your friend and so much pain for his loved ones. The detail here is poignant. Your sunrise that deletes everything, probably a wish too far my friend.

Chris

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, Chris. Much appreciated.

[Chris Shaw]

Take care Thomas.

[Soren]

This poem feels like a trailer park on a lazy Sunday afternoon with the buzz of flies. i can smell it and feel its grit.

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you so much.

[Soren]

You are most welcome Thomas

[Kenneth The Poet]

Man, you are a gifted writer. I wish I could write something like this. I understand that sentiment at the end too. I feel like that after I get that poison pumped into my port. One of the best poems I've read as of late.

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, my friend. I appreciate it.

[kronskymikhail]

This poem bleeds exhaustion and truth — the way grief mixes with trivial routines like cleaning or lying in bed feels painfully real. That clash between life’s small duties and enormous loss is devastating. When everything feels too heavy, even a brief escape like playing at https://poki-games.in/ can quiet the noise for a while.

[Thomas W Case]

ty I appreciate it.

[red93]

'In the midst of Life, we are in Death' as they say in Church. This is where a Christian sense of the After-Life is so important. 'The Light shone in the darkness, and the darkness hath not comprehended it.' Really Excellent work again Thomas ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, my friend.

[emmajoygreen]

Only a few days since a funeral of a very dear friend. I understand though of course, can't feel your sorrow. Nobody can, only we know where the pain comes from, why and where if ever it goes. Your use of words is precious different, Thomas. You slant your words into a pattern that most people can understand, then, take something - however large or little, when they move on... or perhaps return to re-read. Thank you for sharing - as ever, sir. This is more than emotional, tis memorable.
But make and take use of that dawn, sir. You have it for a reason: to remember and whisper 'thank you'. We can never forget true friendship. Never.

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you so much.

[John the Baptist]

The mystery of death has beguiled us since we came out of the caves. There is no denying the pain it causes to our human natures, and we should not resist that pain. But change is a part of nature and always has both beginnings and endings. To resist that truth only increases our pain.

[Thomas W Case]

For sure. Thank you, my friend.

[Michael Sun Bear]

Thomas, I am sorry for your loss, I know firsthand your grief. You will be on my mind much today, much this week. MSB

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, my friend.