Sight Unseen Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Sight Unseen



It's 2: 00 a.m. in the darkness,
and I'm lost in who I am

The night little comfort against a dawn,
that waits for me again

It's 2: 00 a.m. in reflection,
the past chasing a future dream

All memory conjoined, controverted,
the morning—sight unseen

(Dreamsleep: November,2019)

Friday, November 1, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: memory
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