Where is that voice
crying out from the din
Where is the blood
you spilled from within
Where is that Siren
who once called your name
Where is the fortune
promised by fame
Where is the lyric
you sang to yourself
Where is that demon
unseen but still felt
Where is the beacon
to lighten your ink
Where is the harbor
this side of the brink
Where is the feeling
hearts lost in the fall
Where is the meaning
no words left to call
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
Nicely written with a rhythmic flow. Cadence & rhymes coincide. Loved it.
Thanks again, so much! Kurt
Loved your choice of words and the meaning behind them..nice work!!!
Thanks so much. Very kind! Kurt
Kurt,
The ‘feeling’, the ‘meaning’…
are all there.
(Of course, that’s only my humble opinion.)
Loved it.
Laura🌻
Thanks again.
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