And She, My Breath Becomes Poem by Kurt Philip Behm
And She, My Breath Becomes
The Muse continues to punish me,
whenever I write prose
Her slaps severe with pain heartfelt,
—no fury 'hell hath known'
She sentences me to endless nights,
and days when words won't come
Until I succumb to writing verse,
—and she, my breath becomes
The Court at KOP: February,2016
Tuesday, February 2, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: muse
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