Fate the end game
time is fleeting
Moments pass
hate unleashing
Choices lost
reason stalls
Darkness calling
—hell enthralled
(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)
Against The Tide
He had more talent
than execution
His well overflowing
no buckets to contain
Deep from the visuvial
a fountain’s raging torrent
Drowning his intention
—flooding mountain to plain
(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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