Kurt Philip Behm

A Tirade Lost

Tending anger’s

raging garden

 seeds lie

burnt and dire

 

Each fiery breath

a vine ensnares

with thorns

of bloody ire

 

Tending anger’s

furrowed hate

with vehement

acclaim

 

A tirade lost

within the rows

of dark

— unending pain

 

(The New Room: December, 2024)