An arrow from the darkness…
rejection finds its mark
The sharpened edge of jealousy,
its point straight through the heart
The bow retracts in shamefulness,
its string left slack and loose
One shot was made, a cursed fate
—the devil laughs anew
(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)
Engulfed
All pretenders drowning slow,
lungs to fill with every breath
Casted off amongst the waves,
nothing spoken to redress
Treading water, spewing lies,
legs to flail in wasted states
Choking from each word unsaid
—trailing death within my wake
(St. David’s Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
Tenets Of Honor
Verbal contracts…
commerce of indemnity
Trading intention
—marketplace sublime
(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Love this!
Thanks Bragee.
If you don't mind my asking, what gave you inspiration to write "Engulfed"?
It was while reading others whose words fall short.
Thanks for reading.
A very interesting concept. Thanks for the reply, Kurt.
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