Plaguing
my idle moments
Like the wind
blowing off the prison isle
Confinement
becomes my mistress
Trapping each feeling
unsentenced — and alone
(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
Offline) - Published: August 12th, 2026 10:43
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Comments3
I love this one and its imagery Kurt a fave
Thanks again.
My pleasure
few lines. Being imprisoned is one thing…being imprisoned without even having a sentence gives that isolation another level entirely. This one stays with me, Kurt. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Wisdom from you as usual, TR. Thanks
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