Nowhere To Run Poem by Kurt Philip Behm
Nowhere To Run
A prisoner
of sentience
escape
self-denial
Incarcerated
deep inside
with voices
dark and vile
A prisoner
of every thought
his mind
a burning feast
The moments that
protected him
before
protect him least
A prisoner
of déjà vu
where now
and then conspire
His name convicted
to the flames
all dreams
— within the fire
(Dreamsleep: October,2024)
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