So sick
he’d have to get better to die
Each breath
grows more distant and thin
Longevity
a dream that’s now passed him by
The call
— of tomorrow lost deep in the wind
(The New Room: October, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Lovely Kurt the first lines reminded me of hearing something similar long ago and how hard it struck. Very nice
Thanks SB.
Most welcome my friend
Damn, Kurt. This is a tough one. I've witnessed people nearing the end of their lives, and no matter how many times I've encountered it, it never gets easier. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Totally agree.
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