by Thomas W. Case
And then
the night
comes flooding
in, like
a spilled beer.
Fear is a
rabid bat;
fatally
infecting.
Loneliness is
an ice cube
in a bathtub
melt-
ing
slow-
ly.
Love is a
flat toad in
the road of
life.
Hope is a
broken dish,
an empty
pocket,
a shattered dream.
Life is a sparrow
in the cat's mouth,
an abscessed
tooth, with no
antibiotic.
It's a whale
in a frozen
ocean;
an eagle in the
city.
Insanity is
digging for the
courage to
continue
day after
day
after day.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Thomas Wesley Case is an American poet and author. He was born in California and now writes and lives in Iowa. He has hundreds of poems published in anthologies around the world. He also has two volumes of poetry published and a third volume entitled, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, due out soon.
Last updated January 27, 2024