The Voice
When I was starving,
the poetry fed me
When I was sick,
the verse made me well
When I was homeless,
the words gave me cover
When I was lost,
—the voice led me home
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2016
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