Monday, March 28, 2022

Shrouded by Kevin M. Hibshman

There are losses we cannot recoup.

People that cannot be replaced.

It as if someone has dropped a shroud over my senses like

throwing a scarf on top of a lamp shade.

What little light gets through is a false hope.


There is weeping and anger.

There is a pit hollowing me out from the inside.

Everyone is suffering.

Please don't leave me here alone with those I do not like in a 

world I have never been truly able to comprehend.




Kevin M. Hibshman has had poems published in many journals and magazines world wide.
 In addition, he has edited his poetry zine, Fearless, since 1990 and is the author of sixteen chapbooks including Love Sex Death Dreams (Green Bean Press, 2000) and Incessant Shining (Alternating Current, 2011).

His current book Just Another Small Town Story from Whiskey City Press is currently available on Amazon. 




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