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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