Falling back
into
the abyss
of myself
The depths
stay unmeasured
a bottomless
hell
Light
into darkness
sun
into rain
Spiritual
guidance
a dying
refrain
An echoing
canyon
where fate
goes to die
As demons
lie waiting
and destiny
— cries
(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments3
Nicely said Kurt I feel that I have been there several times and am always let out because it is no fun to jail a man that doesn't give a damn
My grandfather always told me ... "You never want to fight a man who doesn't give a $#iT and has nothing to lose."
He was right
Well done.Your poem revolves around an internal struggle and the confrontation of one’s inner demons. Everyone has their demons that we all struggle with.
Amen, thanks.
Kurt, this hits with a dark intensity…there’s no easing into it, just a steady descent that feels internal and unavoidable. It carries weight from the first line through the last. Well done!🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks TR.
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