Defiled And Lost

Kurt Philip Behm

I’ll create my own reality,

in spite of what you say

 

A distant voice you fear the most,

—the hunter not the prey

 

You wish for something then hope it’s true,

and wait with fingers crossed

 

To dump your emptiness upon my soul,

—your heart defiled and lost

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 14th, 2017 10:59
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Comments2

  • Augustus

    Yes, many sit on their thumbs and curse your success. Nice.

  • Terry dailey

    Definately a poem of nobility. i n a recycled world of cokes and pepsi i consider this poem champane. great write. And i tip my tophat to you sir.

    • Kurt Philip Behm

      Very, very, kind; and I thank you so much.

      Kurt

      • Terry dailey

        You are welcome



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