Last Goodbye Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

A Poet with nothing
left to say

On bended knees
gets down to pray

Belief on hold,
his memory churns

Sleep comes hard
dreams toss and turn

A new starvation
fatal thirst

This deprivation
unrehearsed

Last ounce of blood,
the page is stained

No letters form,
no thoughts remain

A Poet left
without his voice

Dark road to travel
single choice

The sun has set
and not to rise

His final word
—a last goodbye

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2018)