R.I.P. (Poem w/in a Poem)

late upon evening,

long past fireflies’ douse of

affections’ blinking beams,

yet before last embers

breathed their final glow,

repose came hunting

no easy, peaceful prey

could satisfy reward

of labors spent; rather

anguished, determined heart

of destiny did serve

her latest aim,

who knew fitting cost of

laying soul quite bare, full

out in open view,

unadulterated,

intending only truth?

(seemingly beyond reproach)

yet at that captured glimpse,

when final dark stood tall,

no eye of conscious called

aside eternity

or hastened fateful cry

of one so needful for a way

no sound was heard beyond

a breath exhaled in sigh;

then whisper slithered back,

ashamed of bold demand;

abandoned heart lay spent…

to rest in peace

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Before,

repose came hunting.

Her latest aims

(seemingly beyond reproach)?

Of one so needful for a way

to rest in peace.