Darkness All I See
What’s left of my remembrance,
now all that stokes the fire
What embered in the springtime,
the winter does conspire
To douse not once but then again,
that spark which set me free
My wood all burnt with forest bare,
—and darkness all I see
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2016
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