Free Again Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

This morning I woke up
and was already dead

Words shrouding my body,
new verse in my head

I start to count backwards,
all time in reverse

The music still playing,
new song unrehearsed

This morning I woke up
to the end of it all

The grieving had started,
last memory a pall

The alarm had gone off
before life called my name

The emptiness over,
—my soul free again

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2018)