Will,
the highest power
ensouled
Choice
so anointed
—sacred beholds
(The First Book Of Prayers: December, 2021)
One Choice Remains
Often life more cruel than death,
pandemics to defy
Each breath of pain a new refrain,
whose fate we must comply
We live each choice right to the end,
all consequence dethroned
Until the reaper grants reprieve,
no mercy to be shown
This giant chorus sings aloud,
discordant and alone
The fear we face subservient to
the dread of the unknown
Those tracks we leave with blood to mark,
the distant by and by
One choice remains to end the game
—a final last goodbye
(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments1
their is a hollow, yet monumental
tone to this poems cadence
as-if, you words
in stretching, to find meaning
thinned themselves, translucent
and we get to see, a little more
of that despair
than the Poet, originally
meant for us to glean..
(a sobering read
thanks for sharing, dear Poet)
Happy New Year!
Thanks again for the great commenting.
Kurt
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