All he had
was his longing
and he shared it
with no one
The years
a cruel mistress
that haunted
him so
All he had
was a fever
brought on
with the darkness
His memories
a warden
in a prison
alone
As he sat
in the twilight
he wondered
and waited
For something
still missing
he’d lost
in the past
As he looked
at her picture
the frame bent
and broken
He uttered
those words
his heart
— never asked
(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
Offline) - Published: July 30th, 2024 11:58
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Comments2
"His memories
a warden
in a prison
alone"
A wonderful line in a poem so well written. Loved this piece and could feel it as well making it art in my book.
Again, you're very kind with your words and
it's much appreciated.
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