My Dying Rage

Kurt Philip Behm

Forever an outsider,
  a key without a door
 
Locked in your detention,
  its barrier secure
 
Always on the outside,
  forever looking in
 
My actions well intended,
  your eyes see only sin
 
I spend my time in silence,
  rejection now a friend
 
These years I serve in exile,
  one word from you could end
 
The walls now growing thicker,
  blank paper for a cage
 
My spark now just a flicker,
—to light my dying rage

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
 

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 31st, 2017 00:02
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Comments4

  • rrodriguez

    "to light my dying rage", you Kurt? You that uses verses to distill calmness of a spring lake serenely sleeping. You, that out of you flows verses impregnated with calmness? That's creativity in motion my friend. Bravo!

  • Kurt Philip Behm

    Beautiful words, R.

    Thanks

    Kurt

  • Christina8

    Absolutely BRILLIANT!

  • Tony36

    Wonderfully written and expressed Great write



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