My heart bled
and writing
was an open wound
As words
poured out
in hemorrhaged pleadings
No suture
or hemostat
clotting their flow
The nearer
the end
the harder it pumped
In gushing
pulsations of
finality
Bleeding out
what time
— could never give back
(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
Offline) - Published: February 6th, 2025 10:26
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Comments1
Excellent write Kurt
Many thanks.
You're welcome
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