Through struggle
one can justify life
Losing the battle
enhances the view
Blood on the rails
all markings assured
Death as the prize
— recurring anew
(The New Room: June, 2025)
Heard To Whisper
There’s a lingering shadow
that follows us all
Counting each breath
each step till we fall
Its pall ever darkens
while just out of reach
Its voice heard to whisper
through mountain and beach
It sees every moment
both joyous and sad
Recording our journey
the good and the bad
And then on that day
when our fate meets the end
Its arms wrap around us
— our very last friend
(The New Room: June, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt this poem in its darkness speaks of a broader and larger objective. Very nice
The shadow that follows us all. Thanks Soren.
Darkness is a reality for us all. Profound and deep write, my friend. Well done!!! 🌹👏
Thanks TR.
You are most welcome!
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