No Words Left
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)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2016
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