Before the Fall
Wounded vanity
mother of all tragedy
Slander and insults
the arrows dead aim
Pride bleeding carnage
no reason can bandage
The mirror once broken
—each crack filled with pain
(Dreamsleep: February, 2023)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2023
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