The Tradeoff (+1)

Kurt Philip Behm

I was perfectly happy,

a singular chime

 

I was perfectly happy,

alone in my mind

 

I was perfectly happy,

my world underscored

 

I was perfectly happy,

my feelings secure

 

I was perfectly happy,

adrift in my world

 

I was perfectly happy,

no feeling’s unfurled

 

I was perfectly happy,

till one fateful day

 

Now misery haunts me

—in love I must stay

 

(West Philadelphia: June, 2018)

 

 

Present Perfect

 

You may not cross the darkness,

the morning light unfound

 

The promise of tomorrow

—today is shining proud

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2020)

 

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 8th, 2020 12:28
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