Morte Corona
Running from
the voice of my conscience …
who’s deceiving who
Guilt ridden fear
embedded too dear
one and one still two
Trying to change
what’s inherent
my thoughts both twist and bend
With words falling deaf
death’s coronet
—judgment reprehends
(Dreamsleep: August, 2023)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2023
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