Prison Of Time Poem by Kurt Philip Behm
Prison Of Time
She wrote into my dreams
the first line of a nightmare
And I can no longer sleep
in fear of the next line
She ran away with all hope
that one line to haunt me
Each new second an hour
—in this prison called time
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2018)
Wow, this one has bite. Intriguing and sharp. Those first two stanzas reflect a mastery of expression that is just exceptional, and then the last 2 leave the reader bound in contemplation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/16/2024 4:32:21 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Kurt, such a brilliant write👍👍👍