Through The Keyhole Darkly

Kurt Philip Behm

Through the keyhole darkly,

he could now remember his name

 

Through the keyhole darkly,

his medicine kicked in once again

 

Through the keyhole darkly,

he knew his daughter by her face

 

Through the keyhole darkly,

he was now back home in his space

 

Through the keyhole darkly,

his dog was closely by his side

 

Through the keyhole darkly,

his eyes though saddened, opened wide

 

Through the keyhole darkly,

her voice unwrapped the precious gift

 

Through the keyhole darkly,

a love once anchored, set adrift

 

Through the keyhole darkly,

he felt the light begin to dim

 

Through the keyhole darkly,

his markers fade, his reference thin

 

Through the keyhole darkly,

the killer thief arrives once more

 

Through the keyhole darkly,

—all loss of self and nothing more

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2016) 

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 7th, 2016 10:22
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  • willyweed

    a sad tale you pen the disease of old age. well done. ww

  • rrodriguez

    Sounds like Alzheimer to me. Indeed, sad.... through the keyhole darkly depicts a sad condition... read slowly it conveys the darkness taking over. Well done my friend.

    • Kurt Philip Behm

      Yes, it's a terrible disease. Worse in many ways than anything else.

      Thanks Roberto



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