Hanging On
Diverting his eyes from that last final hour,
denying death its due
His conscience and awareness tight in his grip,
ownership unrenewed
Both arms around life, he’s forever rejected,
blinded as time starts to bleed
Meeting the end in a loss of control
—damned by what he won’t concede
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2020)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2020
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