Whispers Of The Dead Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Whispers Of The Dead

Eavesdropping
the liars
where poison is stirred
Their message
rings toxic
the future interred
Foreboding
forsaking
all hope is unstrung
While deaf
to the mantra
— where truth waits unsung


(Dreamsleep: January,2025)

Tuesday, January 21, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: january
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