Last few minutes of light,
Makes the sky erupt in bloody galore
I sat there on a rock
with craggy unsure arthritic fingers,
Lying on tufts of dwindling green blades
the sun was indeed going to set
On a world around and a world within
I saw the horizon, struggling to contain
the spreading darkness.
The wait had finally come to
a logical conclusion.

Poetry by sagi
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Written on 2018-04-02 at 14:32

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This is an unusual poem for you, but eloquent and beautiful as all of them are. Deep as the ocean. A look at aging in a metaphorical sunset, perhaps even the end of life as we know it. That is what I felt in the poem.