Our Fated Selves Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Our Fated Selves



Folding in to convention,
Sealed in creases of acceptance,
Maligned and misled
By the false promises
Of a stolen heart,
We chase the white whale
Of validation
Into waters of denial,
"Fury…the rallying cry
of our vengeful spirit
Hate…the jilted lover
of our fated selves"

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2016)

Friday, February 26, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: fate
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