Myself, I Bring Poem by Kurt Philip Behm
Myself, I Bring
Living in a rented room
my thoughts became my own
Living in a rented room
my borrowed soul was owned
Living in a rented room
the fog began to lift
Living in a rented room
my spirit set adrift
Living in a rented room
the moment now the thing
Living in a rented room
—to me, myself I bring
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January,2014)
Monday, October 8, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: self
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