Inherited
severance
The saddest
probate
A wasteland
of love
A garden
of hate
A dark
segregation
Divorced
in our bane
To separately
covet
What little
— remains
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments2
Clever wording Kurt a poem one has to think about and read more than once. In that probate I'll take the love and let others fight over hate.
Wise choice. Have a great weekend.
Have a good one yourself
Kurt, this is concise but layered…inheritance turned into emotional wasteland, affection replaced with division. The formatting reinforces the separation at the heart of it. It’s bleak, deliberate, and effective. Strong work. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
With thanks ...
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