The Ticket Lost Poem by Kurt Philip Behm
The Ticket Lost
I'm back from war without my soul,
having pawned it on the field
Among the dead and buried dreams,
whose futile prayers concealed
I wonder where my spirit hides,
as I sleep these endless hours
With day as night and night as day,
in loneliness devoured
My mind goes back to search the graves,
old enemies inside
And calls my name into the dark
—reclaiming every lie
(Dreamsleep: October,2020)
as I sleep these endless hours With day as night and night as day.... //.... This poem represents a cry against war and its futility. Innocent lives of soldiers and civilians on both sides are lost after which the simple question asked by a common man will be- All this at what cost? Very thought provoking.
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5/5/2024 6:40:39 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A deeply poignant and moving poem. Beautifully crafted and conveyed.