Canyons Of Anger

Kurt Philip Behm

You never were

that kind of father

So I could never be

that kind of son

 

You saw what you

wanted in others

But with us it was

all zero sum

 

I reacted to what

you were doing

And not to the bombast

you spread

 

As the rift ever widened

between us

Into canyons of anger

— and dread

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2026)

 

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  • Tristan Robert Lange

    One heck of a poem, Kurt. The speaker refuses inherited blame and names the painful truth that parenthood is built through presence and action, not expectation. The emotional distance feels immense by the close. Powerful work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

  • sorenbarrett

    A sad write of relationship that never was. Well done Kurt it strikes hard.



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