An Angel Appears

Kurt Philip Behm

Battling each

paradigm

I wandered alone

Straight into

the maelstrom

of thundering tomes

 

My nose

pointed North

spitting into the wind

Decision once made

a line crossed

from within

 

Reciting

a dogma

both precious and torn

The words fill my spirit

once lost

and forlorn

 

Chasing a promise

that’s eluded

so long

An Angel appears

to whose will

— I belong

 

(The New Room: January, 2025)

 

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 3rd, 2025 10:10
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Tony36

    Excellent write Kurt



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