Caught between
fear and despondency
it came as two trains
passing in the night
with him on the center rail
too frozen to choose
too barren to cry
too orphaned to commit
hearing the screams
from the dying polarity
tearing him from the center
of his emptiness
daring him to move
while forcing him to stay
the 8th deadly sin beset…
D-E-S-P-A-I-R-I-N-G
with the sound of the fury
the pressure and the heat
sucking out the last vestige
of the man he had been
before all hope gave in to fear
(Septa’s R5: March, 2022)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments4
Astounding. Your words never fail to impress. A truly engaging and interesting read and I like your take on this "8th deadly sin."
Thanks so much, Rocky
Kurt,
Your ability to write is phenomenal. This vivid and heartbreaking poem has just made me think of my mom’s good friend. She’s a mom who lost her son in the manner by which you’ve so uncannily penned. She’s still suffering and ridden with guilt. One day I’ll be able to share your amazing poem with her…perhaps at a memorial. I don’t think she’s ready for it yet.
Thank you for sharing your gift.
Laura🌻
This 8th deadly sin is the one that robs the soul, and you've presented this so poignantly. I love the power an depth of your writing.
...and I love hearing from you.
Thanks Bella.
Kurt
Thanks Laura. I can't imagine my poem would offer much solace.
Kurt
A complicated situation…
not solace, but truth…(that’s what I meant).
She is a realist.
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