My Hope
With chaos on my doorstep,
reasoning befalls
With heartache as my calling card,
love though distant calls
All questions left unanswered,
with time their holy grail
As seasons march to heavens step
—my hope to then prevail
(Dreamsleep: June, 2019)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2019
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