In That Closing HourA Poem by Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)
o' that final act (or breath)
where the permanency of darkness usurps this weather-beaten stage in limelight's repose, predictably teaching life the meekness of a moment flashing rolodex'd memories stampede through a shrinking tunnel doomed nostalgia of better times fear and anxiety assisting them along like decent pallbearers do from oblivion's front porch an old man, dressed in black reaches his cold hand out for mine and this weary spirit obliges him destiny realized through closed eyes give me no tears or worried brow deific peace requires no mortal assistance yet in my absence, steal away to her comfort her pangs as I would, tenderly cover her in love and light should anyone long for me, take great care to seek them out those brilliant extensions of myself i'll be in the corners of their smiles living evermore through their laughter & charms © 2020 Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)Author's Note
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StatsAuthorTravis Gibson (poetic heroics)Oblivion's edge, OHAboutBeen here for some time... My work is my life. Read and I hope you enjoy. I will return the sentiment. more..Writing
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