No Words Left Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

No Words Left

Rating: 4.0


Where are the voices crying out
from the din

Where is the blood you spilled
from within

Where is that Siren who once
called your name

Where is the fortune promised
by fame

Where is the promise you made
to yourself

Where is that demon unseen but
still felt

Where is the beacon to lighten
your ink

Where is the harbor this side of
the brink

Where is the feeling,
hearts lost in the fall

Where is the meaning
—no words left to call

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July,2016)

Saturday, July 16, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: words
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Subhas Chandra Chakra 16 July 2016

Where is the harbor, this side of the brink Where is the feeling—hearts lost in the fall Where is the meaning, no words left to call Beautiful. Simply beautiful. Thanks for the sharing. 10 mark's for it.

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Kurt Philip Behm 16 July 2016

Thanks so much, Subhas. Very kind! Kurt

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