Last Step

Kurt Philip Behm

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)

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 20th, 2018 11:11
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  • LaurašŸŒ»

    Kurt,

    ā€¢ ā€œLast Stepā€
    ā€œOf 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~

  • Kurt Philip Behm

    Your comment made perfect senseā€”lucky me!

    Thanks Laura

    Kurt



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