Whispers Of The Dead

Kurt Philip Behm

Eavesdropping

the liars

where poison is stirred

Their message

rings toxic

the future interred

Foreboding

forsaking

all hope is unstrung

While deaf

to the mantra

— where truth waits unsung  

  

(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)

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  • Tony36

    Excellent write Kurt

    • Kurt Philip Behm

      Thanks as always, Tony.

      • Tony36

        You're welcome

      • Tristan Robert Lange

        Wow! Profound with a deep, unsettling urgency to it. "The future interred" indeed. A wonderfully powerful write, Kurt! 🌹



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