That Voice Inside
I once tried crossing over
a bridge that silence built
And for mile after mile
the quiet maimed and killed
My speech was dumb and dormant
as I bided all my time
In hope of passing through the cracks
the exit doors unrhymed
My life dead on arrival
till a voice inside decreed
To build a frame beneath that bridge
—and set my meaning free
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2019
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