Hunting the distant banks
Of one lost remembrance
A reckoning came upon me
Excuses left askance
My tracks grew large
As midnight’s table turned
The prey had changed to predator
Of a memory left unlearned
The dark repeating whispers
my soul afraid to tell
Until its breath upon my back
—last step my fear to quell
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt,
ā¢ āLast Stepā
āOf a memory left unlearnedā...
by others,
NOT by me!
The last step...
into the grave it shall go and the hunting will be no more!
This comment will probably make no sense to you! It is the words you have penned that make an abundance sense to me!
~Laura~
Your comment made perfect senseālucky me!
Thanks Laura
Kurt
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