Last Call Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Last Call



My shadow was crying out to me
beyond all darkness and light
Saying that life is a trap in reverse
caught between wrong and right

Dichotomy claims what polarity feigns
academics locking the gate
Where shadows crawl under what locks in our fear
—abandoning us to fate

(Dreamsleep: Ocxtober,2022)

Saturday, October 15, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: fate
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