The Dark Corners of my Soul

Here is a link to my latest poetry reading. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xSKnZMnMlTw

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.
Some monsters walk in the light.
Vulnerability equals pain.
The little boy got mean.
And now he carries
a knife.

Author's Note

Here is a link to my latest poetry reading on you tube.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xSKnZMnMlTw

I read from both of my recently published books.
It's Just a Hop, Skip, and Jump to the Madhouse and Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, both available on Amazon.com

www.thomaswcase.com

Reviews

[Beren]

"She made nightmares
look good." Is it normal for you to write so sincerely and naturally that it creates anger in me towards Beth? Wow thats talent.
and this is so emotinal.
"I tasted the ashes
of Neruda." what a line
i see you sir. this is one of a kind. glad to hear your story

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you. Much appreciated.

[Coyote Poetry]

The complete poem. So good, so honest Thomas.
(The little boy got mean.
And now he carries
a knife.)
The above lines. I do like. It is sad. We lose our innocence and we become less hopeful with time. Thank you my friend for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, my friend. I appreciate it.

[MCS]

Sad that we spend the rest of our lives getting over our childhood traumas. Well penned my talented friend.

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, much appreciated.

[K. Louis]

"some monsters walk in the light" -- nicely done.

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you. I appreciate it.

[Dylan Macadham]

A novel take on "our inner child."
Spell binding, surprise ending, liked it! :)

[Thomas W Case]

Thanks, mt friend. Much appreciated.

[Amy R]

WOW, I can relate to this, I believe we all face this, somewhere in our paths.
Even myself, there's a little girl who's extremely hurt and fragile but hidden due to life's experiences,.
Very powerful poem.
Thanks for sharing.
-Amy

[Thomas W Case]

Yes. Thank you, Amy. I appreciate it.

[Amy R]

You're welcome

[John the Baptist]

That little child exists in all of us, and in all of us, he/she gets hurt to some degree. Perhaps the main task of life is to overcome that pain and not allow it to direct us. I carry a knife, too, but its main use is in opening my wife's constant cartons from Amazon.

[Thomas W Case]

Lol. I understand. Thanks for commenting.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

A very darkly piece of poetry that is stunning and left me numb. I know the streets of California can be bad. I just didn't know they could elicit such harrowing words. But then again I am drawn to dark poetry. Very nice work Thomas.

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you. Much appreciated.

[red93]

Shockingly real Thomas and none the worse for that. 'The Child is the Father of the Man' - Wordsworth. Really Excellent ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, my friend. I appreciate it.