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End of the Setting Sun

by James Zealy

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


Author's Note: Poetry Contest - What do you see. For the May poetry contest.

Posted on 05/16/2011
Copyright © 2022 James Zealy

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 05/16/11 at 11:47 PM

It's relentlessly fascinating to follow you along this road as you see it. Fantastic entry.

Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 05/26/11 at 02:35 PM

awesome write with some amazing imagery and great insight to a lonely life.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/05/11 at 03:35 PM

Compelling poetry James, with excellent imagery. I see a street person pushing a shopping cart of his or her belongings.

Posted by Felicia Aguilar on 08/08/11 at 12:49 AM

This is beautiful, James. I love the imagery in this. "The twilight of my life fades" - That is my favorite line.

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