Ode to 3 VoicesA Poem by Thomas W CaseHere is a link to my YouTube channel where I read my poetry. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UvQ13w_ezYI
May 2017.
The world went quiet and I was in jail. Trying not to cry" I wanted to be in the sky or on a highway somewhere, when Chris Cornell left this earth, that haunted sanctuary of a voice burning through the speakers like a bottle rocket, fighting demons in every note. Robin" laughter stopped mid-stride. Comic genius swallowed by despair. A mind staring hard at reality" what a concept" turning joy into shadow as dawn shattered into a million broken smiles. Chester" two months after Chris. Friends in life, echoes in death. His skin simply too much to inhabit. That climbing, aching cry" crawling toward something better, or maybe just away from pain. Three fathers. Three artists. Burning too bright, leaving too soon. Demons whispering behind their brilliance. Bleeding inside… behind the flame of Babylon. I knew the nights, tasting like whiskey and whispered hallelujahs. The days overflowing like rivers of s**t. I walked the hellish streets, their voices my soundtrack" numb and febrile under a beaten sky, watching the balloons float off into someone else’s party, demons trailing in every shadow. I know the cost of of feeling like you have to be "on" all the goddamn time. Next month I’ll be three years sober" holding on to whatever light I can, because I know the darkness far too f*****g well. I carry their music, and Robin’s laughter, in my bones and bloodstream" their pain folded into my own black dog days. Rest in peace, boys. © 2025 Thomas W CaseAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on December 7, 2025 Last Updated on December 7, 2025 AuthorThomas W CaseClear Lake, IAAboutThomas 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.. |

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