Morning Left Waiting Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Morning Left Waiting



I lost my shadow
in the hills of pain
and wandered in darkness
chasing in vain

I lost my shadow
the sun took flight
morning left waiting
adrift in the night

I lost my shadow
wolves distant howl
tracking my torment
whose grief I prowl

I lost my shadow
and then my name
connection severed
—myself to blame

(The New Room: September,2022)

Saturday, September 24, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: grief,howl,lost,september
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