With Terminal Power
With age,
My sword
Is deeply scarred
But its edge
Now twice as sharp
With age,
My words
Are penned in blood
But their meaning
Takes to heart
With age,
I embrace what
Truth reveals
And step toward
My final hour
With age,
My light burns
Through the dark
And explodes,
—with terminal power
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2016
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