Standing on the edge of forever
walking the tightest rope
Looking down into tomorrow’s abyss
devoid of any hope
The bottom rushing toward me
if one mistake is made
A footpath to a broken dream
too numb to be afraid
My past missteps surround me
daring me to jump
Reminding of what I can’t forget
this roiling morbid funk
But one last chance is taken
as I step outside myself
Shedding the fate of snake eyes past
—new cards the present dealt
(Dreamsleep: May, 2023)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
Offline) - Published: May 11th, 2023 09:24
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Comments2
That last stanza was on time and powerful.
Thanks Bobby
‘This roiling morbid funk’ describes the texture of this great poem-I invite you to visit Midnight Flight: some of the same thematic elements: different texture-
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