Deep In the Heartache
Staying up for three days
inside of one night,
the walls come crashing in
Compression imploding,
my mind exploding,
all memory suffering
Each hour like three,
as day becomes night,
the reaper at the door
Waist deep in the heartache,
his presence a warning
—my exit unsecure
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2020
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