Last Chamber Empty Poem by Kurt Philip Behm
Last Chamber Empty
Illusion to who
or better to whom
the window opens shut
An image ingrained
often betrays
a rose that's long been plucked
The sun in the moonlight
darkness to burn
a promise made to none
Glory unproud
its victory profane
—the truth an empty gun
(The New Room: April,2021)
Tuesday, April 6, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: april
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