Everyone’s life is tragic,
but who calls out the score
The Jester or the Hangman,
the Undertaker sure
Everyone’s nights are haunted,
when sleeping with the Muse
Each dream a wanton barter
—your memories to lose
(Haverford Pennsylvania: May, 2020)
Dark Summit
The top of the mountain
—how do you spell alone
(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)
Dances Freely
All of our passions,
border on sin
The reasoning gray,
the line often thin
All of our joy,
dances freely between
That Angel above
—and a Devil unseen
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: May 5th, 2020 11:00
- Category: Unclassified
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