The Prison Within
Are we constantly building
circular walls,
—that we feel safe within
Are the threats contained,
as our minds abstain,
—in our fortress ‘void of sin’
Does the air we breathe,
serve to then mislead,
—forming words that echo back
Now inside a prison
where we must serve,
—as ourselves, we then attack
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2017
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