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)
- Published: January 14th, 2017 10:59
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
Yes, many sit on their thumbs and curse your success. Nice.
Thanks, A.
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.
Very, very, kind; and I thank you so much.
Kurt
You are welcome
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