Standing Eight Count

Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8k5NY8ZMx3I

I was starving in
Pennsylvania.
One night, I had
enough.
Done with it all.
The poverty and
sickness.
The drunken mad
nights
and dog-fight days.
Brutality for breakfast.
Served sunny side up
runny yolks with
butterflies trapped in
the yellow sunshine.
Spiders built webs in
my soul.

I stood on the torn-up
couch in my living room and
yelled at the walls.

Listen, you devil.
You want me, you better be
ready for a fight.
I paced the floor like a
washed-up heavyweight champ,
eyeing the ceiling like a
drunken sparrow in a cat's mouth.

Author's Note

My books, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems and It's Just a Hop, Skip and Jump to the Madhouse, are available on Amazon.com

www.thomaswcase.com

Reviews

[MCS]

Challenges are what make life interesting and overcoming them is what makes life meaningful. However, there is that moment when one must stand up and take action to bring about change or rollover and give in. You, my friend, through reading your words, are a fighter.

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, my friend. I appreciate it.

[Nick]

I love all of the metaphors, but I feel like there's a tad too much spacing.

[Thomas W Case]

Thanks. I appreciate it.

[John the Baptist]

"Spiders built webs in my soul." Great line. Lots of good imagery in this one, which I would call a memorial to rock bottom.

[Thomas W Case]

Thanks, John. Much appreciated.

[red93]

Great Work again Thomas - you don't get anything by giving up. Really Excellent ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, kind sir.