It’s 2:00 a.m. in the darkness,
and I’m lost in who I am
The night little comfort against a dawn,
that waits for me again
It’s 2:00 a.m. in reflection,
the past chasing a future dream
All memory conjoined, controverted,
the morning—sight unseen
(Dreamsleep: November, 2019)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments1
Kurt,
Truly relatable...
The last two lines
sum it up very well!
Thank you for sharing.
Have a wonderful Saturday!
~Laura~🌻
Thanks Laura
My pleasure...
as always!🤗
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