The Tradeoff Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

The Tradeoff



I was perfectly happy,
a singular chime

I was perfectly happy,
alone in my mind

I was perfectly happy,
my world underscored

I was perfectly happy,
my feelings secure

I was perfectly happy,
adrift in my world

I was perfectly happy,
no feeling's unfurled

I was perfectly happy,
till one fateful day

Now misery haunts me
—in love I must stay

(West Philadelphia: June,2018)

Thursday, October 8, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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