'Last Call' Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

'Last Call'

He wandered to the rim
looking over and down
Lost in a memory
his fear as a shroud
As voices from faces
that he never saw
Called out from the darkness
— with time overdrawn

(Dreamsleep: November,2024)

Friday, November 15, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: november,memory,voices
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