Mea Culpa Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Mea Culpa



Living within the madness
the echoes come and go
Channeling everything left unsaid
in phrases yet to know

Time suspended, barriers down
the walls come crashing in
Each voice a memory which haunts sublime
—that unforgiven sin

(Dreamsleep: June,2023)

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