A Prisoner Of Time Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

A Prisoner Of Time



Drifting into the past,
tomorrow slipped further away

Drifting into the past,
my writing had little to say

Drifting into the past,
the moments became moments no more

Drifting into the past
—being no longer certain or sure

(Dreamsleep: February,2021)

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