The aging
of our memories
Each year
a thought turns grey
Till all that’s left
is time bereft
And darkness
— leads the way
(Dreamsleep: September, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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good write
Again, my thanks.
Most welcome
Wow! Kurt this one is a bleak one that to me speaks of dementia as well as aging. Well done and a fave
Thanks, it's a threat to us all.
You are most welcome and I hope not.
What a haunting little poem, Kurt. Memory, aging, and darkness all fold together into something very quiet and final...almost like time erasing its own footprints. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
'Erasing its own footsteps' ... LOVE IT !
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