To Each-His Own
I never chose to write like you,
it’s enough to write like me
My feelings live to shape each thought,
your passion foreign known
I need to use those gifts bequeathed,
while searching endlessly
And leave to you your native tongue
—and speak my words alone
(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2021
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