Leaving the place you’re going to,
my ultimate regret
a thorny road of promised dreams
I fled but can’t forget
Leaving the place that claims my heart,
still beating—buried deep
your pathway marked with blood I shed
whose wound this distance weeps
(The New Room: November, 2021)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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