Never able
to wash away
this stain
my heart
has bled
Never able
to birth
the words
of feelings
left unsaid
Never able
to move
beyond
this chasm
in my head
Never able
to answer
why
the hunger
— stays unfed
(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments2
Lovely Kurt this one sends its message well my friend
Very kind, thanks.
You are most welcome Kurt
Kurt, I know what it is to carry emotions that refuse to translate themselves into anything manageable. Sometimes the inability to articulate what hurts only deepens its hold on us. This resonated deeply, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Once again, all my thanks.
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