Darkness To Light
It wells up inside me,
but words will not come
I reach for them desperate,
the mood zero sum
My insides are shaking,
all peace is recalled
The rumblings foreboding,
complacency falls
My mind is locked down,
my speech has gone mute
Like a great locomotive,
the first word breaking through
The dozens that follow
keep me pinned to my chair
As voices I know
start consuming the air
My brain is on fire,
my will starts to melt
Time sacrificial,
what’s heard and then felt
My pen has unfrozen,
in timeless delight
Directing this journey
—from darkness to light
(Rosemont Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2020
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