Dark Corners of the Soul

Check out my book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems on Amazon.com

There's a little
boy that hides in
the dark corners of
my soul.
He doesn't want to
be hurt anymore.
I spent eight years
with Beth.
For the most part,
it was hell and
constant pain.
She made nightmares
look good.
I heard the
little boy cry
late into the
silky night,
while snails got
smashed on the streets
of Ventura.

When I drank, which was often,
the little boy seemed
at peace for awhile,
while swans were
murdered in Venice,
and I tasted the ashes
of Neruda.
Years flew by
like seagulls;
up
down
and darting.
The little boy
continued to
hide in the
dark corners of my soul.

He wanted to
come out and be loved.
He was thirsty for it,
but there wasn't
any around.
It was dry, like the
deserts in hell.
It's too late for
sorries, here comes
the plow.

He began to see
the pattern of life.
There are monsters
that walk in the light.
Vulnerability equals pain.
The little boy got mean.
And now he carries
a knife.

Author's Note

Check out my you tube channel where I read poetry from my recent book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, available on Amazon.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F5iBc3lNPrM

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

It is sad. Innocence can be beaten down.
"The little boy got mean.
And now he carries
a knife"
I did like the above lines Thomas. With time, we learn. We need to carry a knife. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you so much. I appreciate it.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Thomas.

[Soren]

Children are often misunderstood, we all are often misunderstood, and I might add we often misunderstand ourselves as well as others. The saddest thing is when people don't want to understand. A sad tale but it is not over yet. Good write Thomas

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you so much. I appreciate it.

[Thomas W Case]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ydsv-JNhEdU
This is the link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry.

[Poetic Beauty]

In many of us there is a child version of us wanting love and to be accepted for who we are. The more trauma that is experienced; the more the child version will hide and all that has transpired in life will manifest in response that are less that positive as a way to protect oneself.

Poor little boy who only wanted to be loved and cared for but instead is greeted with the ugly side of humanity. Then turns to drinking as a way to cope but it doesn’t help the problem and the drinking only becomes worse creating deeper darker issues.

[Thomas W Case]

Exactly. Thank you so much. I read my poetry on my you tube channel, if you are interested. Here's a link.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ydsv-JNhEdU

[Poetic Beauty]

I shall have a look sometime

[Arundass TP]

Little boy sits and experience inside everyone s heart. Unsatisfied poor little boy. Good poem 😀

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you very much. I appreciate it.

[Arundass TP]

Welcome friend