The fear
of being common
a nightmare
defined
Caught in
the maelstrom
late victims
of time
No effort
or consequence
of note
to stand out
The broken
unwashed
with life
dying out
A frightful
inclemence
luke warm
at its best
Those lost
Willy Lomans
as fate
— will bequest
(The New Room: October, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments4
The death of a salesman in this poem Gray. Nicely written.
Thanks Soren.
Most welcome Kurt
Being cut from the same cloth it was a protracted schooling to learn to be content and to live with oneself peaceably. And to finally realise that if everyone is of consequence then consequence itself requires no audience. Once we find those that witness our being, however few or many, that may be the consequence that is of consequence. "Kilroy was here."
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Kurt, Willy Loman is such a damn good figure for this. That terror of passing through life without ever becoming somebody can eat a person alive. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Yes. What we DON’T do and NEVER become is worse than anything we do.
This is why I left my kingdom to live amongst the common people.
Then I realised just how common they were.
Back in my ivory tower.
King Arthur’s dilema.
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