Watching my Sunset

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic

Failure is hard to accept at times

The orange red and yellow moltenly melt into each other in an indescribable color. As I sit and watch it’s final moments I can hardly recall when it was new and higher in the sky. When the world was bright and my eyes were open to it. I trace it’s slow smolder as the heat warps the air, it’s path predetermined, and wait for its end. There were so many before it, today. Not all so great or grand but each one unique and different and though I was always aware of it, it was never aware of me. With time as it’s metrinome it circled my life endlessly, dragging with it love and hope and joy and anger and sadness. I am tired. So very tired. As I sit and watch it burn down the distance. light the darker side of the world I wonder as my eyes fall with it, if there will be some sliver of light there left for me. I cannot expect it to rise for me again, but if there’s any justice maybe I’ll get to see the moon. And the night rushes in on the mountain I watch from as my slumped soul withers. I know there’s nothing left for me in the velvety purple of the evening as the fog and mist rise.


Submitted: March 15, 2021

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