Madame Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Madame



She was often better
but never good
Her virtue tainted
misunderstood

Her nights a mystery
each day in shame
The rumors spreading
each one to blame

The men who knew her
that man who left
Impassioned bookends
of time bereft

She was often better
yet often worse
Each day repeating
—tomorrow's curse

(Dreamsleep: May,2023)

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