Kurt Philip Behm

Our Will To Answer

Fear, the ghost of indecision

where darkness stalks each day


Confusion our ignoble master,

bewildered we fall prey


Terror caught in nightly doldrums,

the walls start closing in


As choices wait our will to answer

—or die this fate within


(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2020)

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