Hunting the distant banks
Of one lost remembrance
A reckoning came upon me
Excuses left askance
My tracks grew large
As midnight's table turned
The prey had changed to predator
Of a memory left unlearned
The dark repeating whispers
my soul afraid to tell
Until its breath upon my back
—last step my fear to quell
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December,2018)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amazing poem Kurt! Thanks!
Thanks so much, Kostas. Merry Christmas and the best in 2019.