Morte Corona Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Morte Corona

Running from
the voice of my conscience …
who's deceiving who
Guilt ridden fear
embedded too dear
one and one still two
Trying to change
what's inherent
my thoughts both twist and bend
With words falling deaf
death's coronet
—judgment reprehends

(Dreamsleep: August,2023)

Tuesday, August 22, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: august,running
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