My road deeply potholed,
with those left behind
Resurfaced with pain,
all casualties mine
A road often fatal,
to family and friends
No roses to line it,
as it twisted and bent
When forced to look back,
I see nothing but blood
From my hands to the cradle,
on those that I’ve loved
If you ask me my reason
for acting this way
With eyes straight ahead,
I’d have nothing to say
With the road getting shorter,
compressed in the light
Behind me those bodies,
that questioned my flight
The deeper I travel,
newer endings begin
This toll mine to pay
—heading further within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)
Pain
Often,
Life’s greatest pleasure
—is getting the pain to stop
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)
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" The deeper I travel, newer endings begin" ... what a captivating phrase! A poignant, powerful read, Kurt!
Thanks so much, Louis
Absolutely love love love this, so deep and meaningful in such a short write. The perfect type of poetry, thank you
Thanks so much for the very meaningful words. They are
deeply appreciated.
Kurt
such a beauty of a poem here with every word fitting perfectly in place. you don't get to read pieces like this very often. beautiful my friend.
Thank you Kevin, much appreciated.
Kurt
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