Kurt Philip Behm Poet Rhyme

The Coming Of The Night

Joy
takes on
a dire effect
Its absence
filled
with sorrow

Its loss
inflicts
a greater harm
Than grief
can buy
or borrow

Joy
when brief
endows with fear
A pain
to mark
its passing

To dread
the coming
of the night
With
sadness mourned
— and lasting

(The New Room: October, 2025)

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