Till Lightning Splits... Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Till Lightning Splits...



Thy self a grand impostor,
what other people see

A bark that hides what fate ingrains,
a cover that deceives

It's others held opinion,
that pulp you hide behind

Till lightning splits your trunk in two
—the roots left undefined

(Ronald McDonald House: February,2020)

Friday, February 21, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: self
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