The clouds block the sunset And I can’t help but think how fitting
(I view the holy light of your salvation from behind bars And you, dangling the key, choose not to free me)
And now I watch this sunset Speckled behind dark clouds Desperately poking through to me Because I guess god can’t cut me some slack and feed me the warmth I so desperately crave Rather I must be teased by Mother Nature herself as she gives me just enough heat to keep me from freezing to death
The red glow is almost gone It’s melting into that abyss It’s falling off the edge of the earth I can still see a sliver I can still see it trying to break through ... It’s gone now It’s gone I’m staring at all the colors All the remnants All the pieces All the gorgeous strokes of light that dapple the other wise pale sky But the light is gone
The sun actually sets before we see it go down The light refracts when the sun is below the horizon to give us the illusion it’s still shining bright So when we watch it slip into the earth it’s already six feet under Time blocks the sunset And I can’t help but think how fitting
Feeling really ignored
I don’t like this poem to much but I felt like I had to post something.