The Lost Pen Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

The Lost Pen



Consumed within my writing,
devoured in the verse

A sacrificial empty draft,
waiting for the hearse

Buried just below the line,
a dead unwritten verb

A victim of tomorrow,
—whose pen has lost its nerve

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January,201within

Tuesday, January 31, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: lost
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