Sold Unborn Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Sold Unborn



Give me back my kidnapped youth,
distiller of the night

Return the sun from whence it's gone,
expose this darkened fright

Give me back the future-past,
all memory on the run

Return those days once sold unborn
—to where my joy has gone

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May,2020)

Wednesday, May 6, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: rebirth
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