At War
Alone with his memories,
sleep would not come
The minutes, the hours,
time’s haunting begun
Together reliving
each choice made in vain
His will and his conscience
—in conflict again
(The New Room: December, 2021)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2021
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