I harbor a mean spirit
but not in my soul
He roams through my
consciousness as havoc and pain
Trying to break through
to that place where he’s banned
Trying to break through
to where my innocence lives
Again and again he forces
his will
But it all goes for naught and he
waits till I sleep
Where Laura’s on guard
in my dreams to protect
With insomniac hell
he still tries to invade
Her will ever stronger
than his fleeting advance
Each night he comes knocking
as she turns him away
Until with mocking futility
he warns me again
In words that are cursed
and bathed in disgust…
“You can run to your Muse
and hide if you wish
But temptation and trial
are served from my dish
Go be safe in the womb
but remember outside
When you leave her protection,
—there is no place to hide.
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments3
My mind at times is filled with crazy evil thoughts. As I age I sometimes fear that with a little Alzheimer's or the loss of a few protective brain cells dying off, that this terror would be unleashed.
Again and again nicely done.
Thank God for muses beautiful piece as per usual! ww
Wow oh wow. Amazing
Thanks so much!
Kurt
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