I have found that nothing helps you write great poetry quiet like a broken heart. All I can say is I long for the day when I can only write semtimental drivell about how wonderful my man is. Unfortunatley that is not now... don't have one... and this poem came from the depths of my soul when I was absolutely shattered.
Sunset
Watching the sunset in the afternoon
Means that night will be upon us soon.
I sit and observe this bitter end,
The time has gone I can't pretend.
Spectacular colours drench the sky,
I shake my head through the tears I cry.
The thought occurs in a frightening way,
"Can there ever be another day?"
Shadows of navy pollute the air,
It's growing late and I struggle to care.
Yet somewhere, some place deep inside,
I pray that we can turn this tide,
And live in sunshine evermore,
Never having to face the dawn.
You let the light slip through your hand,
But it will return at your command.
As the last few rays are dying,
I will not ask why you aren't trying.
Darkness soon will reign supreme,
But I hang for life onto this last beam.
10.02.97
Watching the sunset in the afternoon
Means that night will be upon us soon.
I sit and observe this bitter end,
The time has gone I can't pretend.
Spectacular colours drench the sky,
I shake my head through the tears I cry.
The thought occurs in a frightening way,
"Can there ever be another day?"
Shadows of navy pollute the air,
It's growing late and I struggle to care.
Yet somewhere, some place deep inside,
I pray that we can turn this tide,
And live in sunshine evermore,
Never having to face the dawn.
You let the light slip through your hand,
But it will return at your command.
As the last few rays are dying,
I will not ask why you aren't trying.
Darkness soon will reign supreme,
But I hang for life onto this last beam.
10.02.97
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