Shedding a final tear
from the cellar of my pain
The walls close in the sorrow
imprisoning me again
Breathing a final sigh
into a memory you forget
My words trapped into silence
—alone with my regret
(The New Room: January, 2022)
Hunting The Silence
Sleeping inside my fury,
the predators keep away
Passing downwind of my ire,
seeking lesser prey
My strength is wrapped around me,
no more armor do I need
The fangs of lions, bears, and wolves,
break upon my sleeve
My campfire roars in anger,
the birds have stilled their wings
The tracks of blood I left today,
tomorrow’s path to bring
As ruler of this forest,
my range the great divide
To those who hear me coming
—upon whose fear I thrive
(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt,
Reading āFinality Of Loveā has evoked a sense of sadness within me. So much said and expressed within those eight lines; especially within
ā My words trapped into silence
āalone with my regretā
Thank you for sharing my dear Poet.
Laura š»
Have a great weekend Laura. Writing is a way of offloading sadness.
Thank you my dear friend. You āhave a great weekendā as well.
I agree with you when you say, āāWriting is a way of offloading sadness.āā
I donāt think Iām ready to do soā¦yet.
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