The Rudest Awakening Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

The Rudest Awakening



The dead are tired,
the living go on

Breathless and timeless,
all energy gone

The dead left to wander,
betwixt and between

Finality's heartbreak
—the end of the dream

(Philadelphia Ronald McDonald House: May,2021)

Sunday, May 16, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: house
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