Censored To Oblivion Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Censored To Oblivion

The half cost of silence
is still overpriced
Each question unspoken
a chasm for vice

When blind to the moment
all vision exhausts
Each voice that is muted
— its own holocaust

(Dreamsleep: August,2024)

Monday, August 19, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: august,holocaust
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