Indelibly Inked Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Indelibly Inked



You can't wash away loneliness,
it lurks and it spies
a stain on tomorrow
where destiny cries

You can't keep what's been stolen
or find what's not there,
alone and deserted
—the soap of despair

(Dreamsleep: November,2021)

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