Last Call
He wandered to the rim
looking over and down
Lost in a memory
his fear as a shroud
As voices from faces
that he never saw
Called out from the darkness
— with time overdrawn
(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2024
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