The Ending
We hope and we dream
for a world free of pain
but the rock of serenity
stays beyond our reach
A hug or a knife
a kiss or a gun
bipolar reminders
confliction runs deep
Every minute and hour
the chase carries on
no safety in hiding
from that which we’re born
Till fate becomes blinded
and hits a dead end
eternity waiting
—the ending forewarned
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2024
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