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Dec 2021
A tenderhearted rage flows from my
pen, like the Mississippi river after six
months of a hard rain.Β Β 
Suffering released, I long
for peace, as I grab the pen like
a ****** grabs the syringe, like my
very life depends on it because it
probably does.

The passion that flows within
my veins give a voice to my
soul when the pen vomits
words on the paper, like a
drunk the morning after a
night on the town, trying to
drown the memory of her.

I'm bent on writing because the
world's dim lighting cast shadows on
everything that mattered to me.
I'm shattered you see by
circumstances beyond my control.
Life just seems to roll right over me,
but I take my plight with the fight of
a soldier, whose battle cry is:
furror scribendi, a rage to write; because
in the revealing comes the ultimate
healing and that ******* light will
never die.
furror scribendi is Latin for a rage to write.
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Thomas W Case
Written by
Thomas W Case  56/M/Clear Lake
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