Indelibly Inked
You can’t wash away loneliness,
it lurks and it spies
a stain on tomorrow
where destiny cries
You can’t keep what’s been stolen
or find what’s not there,
alone and deserted
—the soap of despair
(Dreamsleep: November, 2021)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2021
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