My Crutch
I’ve written over a thousand Poems,
in search of just that one
Each word to slay the demon time,
each phrase my soul respun
I’ve come so close a hundred nights,
to see but not to touch
Then left to limp between the lines
—their failure now my crutch
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2019
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