Defiled And Lost Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Defiled And Lost



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)

Saturday, January 14, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: truth
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