Inspired by a picture of a shadowy image walking in the face of a brilliant setting sun.


End of the Setting Sun

Walking down the deserted highway
Oblivious to the brilliant setting sun
Piercing cold bayonets of loss leave stale
My spirit low as my head chest buried stunned

An ill fitting fake fur jacket
A plastic bag of belongings dragged
As each step Exposes Cancer sores
Of despair from another attempt

To find my personal nirvana
The scathing suns rays expose
Claw marks from each succubus
Pretending to be my answer

With Each step I take
One foot placed deliberately
In front of the other
The twilight of my life fades

As surely as the sun sets
With each step I take
The direction I take becomes
Less and less important

For every mile I walk
The paths I have are fewer
With consequences that matter little
My search for meaning becomes futile

Yet I walk, because I have no place to go
I stride to fill the end of time
I strive to find my resting place
As I see the exit ahead

There are no more promises
No fantasies to fill
Just a last path to try
At the end of the setting sun



Poetry by Kee Zealy The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-10-06 at 05:27

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MIRZA AHMER BEG The PoetBay support member heart!
Opening lines are so pictuersque ,marvellous.keep it up
2011-10-06



There is philosophical existentialism and there is existentialism brought on by life, not a choice one would willing make. Your character seems to fall into the later category. I am drawn into the linear nature of this poem, the logic of it, the reality of it, whether the person in the photo was feeling these feelings or not, you conveyed something that seemed real to me.
2011-10-06