Sunset

  The hurt, my only dream I truly had, was only six years old.  Lost myself, I allowed this heinous to consume my life. Life isn’t supposed to be this way, this is why, even though God-given, that I convicted myself for this. It still hurt then, it still hurts today as well, but I’m on this road to free myself from being in self-convicted and live once again.

Sunset

Come sit with me,

and watch the sunset.

Spend with me,

the last moments of life this day.

There is a tear,

on the cheek of the horizon.

Life has gotten away,

again.

I have lost something beautiful,

something God-given.

And yet,

there is a voice I hear,

saying,

tomorrow, tomorrow.

| Copyright © | William Darnell Sr |

| Year Posted 2003, 2020 |

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