Your edge
cut right through me
and left me
beset
Shredding
my vision
in tattered
regret
What started
as pity
has now turned
to hate
Where trapped
deep inside me
your memory
— serrates
(Dreamsleep: October, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments3
Such are the times where pity becomes a jagged blade. Well written. I often find the opposite where jagged edges are worn with time becoming a sense of pity
Food for thought, thanks.
I've known the unpleasant experience of having someone occupy far more space in my thoughts than they deserve, Kurt. Sometimes getting past that takes longer than we'd like. This one hit home. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
I think we all have, thanks.
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