I ponder those that know they are never coming back.
How long of a last glance behind themselves do they take, if indeed they look back at all?
Such cruel certainty in the act of departing that no lover's cooing memory, no child's innocent gaze
could stop them in their tracks.
How long of a last glance behind themselves do they take, if indeed they look back at all?
Such cruel certainty in the act of departing that no lover's cooing memory, no child's innocent gaze
could stop them in their tracks.
Perhaps there are louder voices booming through their heads?
A wounded animal will often choose death over being discovered.
There is pride in survival yet there may be a quiet dignity in leaving when you realize it is time, Choosing not to bemoan to others who are also hurting in their endless struggle to keep alive.
Kevin M. Hibshman has had poems, reviews and collages published in numerous publications world wide. Most recently, his work has been published by Rye Whiskey Review, Drinkers Only, The Crossroads and 1870. In addition to editing his own poetry e-zine, FEARLESS, he has authored sixteen chapbooks including: Incessant Shining (Alternating Current, 2011) and Love Sex Death Dreams (Green Bean Press, 2000).
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