Link to my YouTube channel, where I read my poetry https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6e94HWJFG9Y
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.
On my YouTube channel, I post poetry readings, golf and fishing videos, and the occasional interview. This link is to an interview I did with The Order of the Pen Magazine.
My books are available on Amazon.
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You write so well the truth, the pain, the sorrow when one’s life goes completely awry through all the bad choices we make. I applaud your honesty and I know much of that road, though my path, thank the Lord, did not end with me living under a bridge. Well said Thomas.
I spent years so close to the street I could taste it...I had left me behind...but eventually was able to get me back before that bridge came up and hit me in the eye.
j.
The road of sorrow you describe..through addiction, loss, and the harshest realities..is raw and immersive. I admire how you allow the reader to feel the depth of that struggle, while the echoes of love as a haven remind us that even in darkness, connection and memory persist. It’s both haunting and human, a glimpse into resilience through pain.
..Roma
This one is part confession, part advice. If it is autobiographical, Thomas, you have been to hell and back. Really glad you are back and writing so well.
You are out the other side Thomas, that's the main thing, hopefully never to go back to that lifestyle. Smoking in one's everyday life doesn't screw you up like the bottle, and you can smoke and still live a clean life. This is a powerful statement to look back on now you are reborn ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️
I can taste every grain of gravel on that road. You write it without ornament, just raw truth -and that’s what makes it hit harder. The pain, the loss, the self left somewhere between a bottle and a heartbeat. Brutal, human, and painfully honest. You didn’t just write it, you bled it.
You write so well the truth, the pain, the sorrow when one’s life goes completely awry through all the bad choices we make. I applaud your honesty and I know much of that road, though my path, thank the Lord, did not end with me living under a bridge. Well said Thomas.
A painful reality for some. Addictions are hell for the addicted, the consequences devastating for family and friends too. You describe that so well here Thomas. A heavy read.
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..