Never Really Gone

Kurt Philip Behm

That ulcer

in his

consciousness

bleeding

to be heard

A canker

of a

muted past

abscessing

every word

 

Cold sores

of detention

that fade

but never

cure

A virus

of his

hopes and dreams

recurring

— untoward

 

(Septa R5 Train: May, 2024)

 

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 5th, 2024 10:25
  • Category: Unclassified
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