The Backdoor Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

The Backdoor



Today I went offline,
tiring of the 14 poetry sites I write for
longing for the closeness of a small rented room
missing the darkness when it used to call me friend
questioning if the voices I heard can find me now
wondering—if I still wonder at all

(Dreamsleep: April,2021)

Sunday, April 18, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: april,longing,voices
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