The Voice Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

The Voice



When I was starving,
poetry fed me

When I was sick,
the verse made me well

When I was homeless,
words gave me shelter

When I was lost
—the voice led me home

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December,2016)

Sunday, December 4, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
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