Kurt Philip Behm Poems

Shedding a final tear
from the cellar of my pain
The walls close in the sorrow
imprisoning me again
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Sleeping inside my fury,
the predators keep away
Passing downwind of my ire,
seeking lesser prey
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That pit in my soul…
a space left unfilled
The harder I struggle,
the deeper it drills
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Is there something unwanted
or even decried
that lives in the bottom
of all you've despised
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"Replay the riff in G, "
Robby said to Ray

"Come in a half beat behind, "
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To run from today
or hide from tomorrow,
the ultimate hunter,
time waiting downwind
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Hiding between imprisoned lines,
a fugitive of verse
turning my back on pleadings made,
musings that amerce
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The beginning and ending
are easy to see
The middle much harder
and masked by degree
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The future hung desperately on to the past,
like a pilot fish to a whale
Swimming through the current of times gone by,
lost moments were impaled
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Religion
a prison…
to fence and restrain
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