Re-Armored
Worry and strife
never really leave
They just change
direction and form
When one plant’s watered
another wilts
Your heart no longer safe
once torn
Trouble that’s papered
over with wealth
Set fire
by money and fame
Is a sadness you try
so hard to lose
Hiding re-armored
—and waits to reclaim
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2018
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