I took two months off,
all words in remiss
I took two months off,
putting nothing at risk
I took two months off,
your voice—a deaf ear
I took two months off,
without holding you near
I took two months off,
death breathing inside
I took two months off,
from memory to hide
I took two months off,
you waited in pain
I took two months off
—before starting again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2017)
What Happens Now
I died somewhere in between
the dream and the wake up call
Wondering which side had turned
me in
Wondering which side had shut
me out
Wondering in the darkness
—what happens now
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2017)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: October 23rd, 2017 16:49
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
And your poetry was dearly missed!
I love hearing from you, Christina!
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