As is usual for me, my writing, my poem, is not just about the sunset, but about my mental illness, in this case my depression, I suppose it could also be about my bipolar, but it was inspired by my depression. I’m not overly confident with it, but it was my best attempt and that’s all I’ve got, all I can do is my best.
The photo is an old one from January 2012, but I adore the colours in it, the beautiful display that nature puts on. There were others I could have chosen, technically better photos, but they did not have the colours this one has, and they did not call to me to be shared, at least not yet!
You can see the beauty of the sunset,
But it does not wake that part of your soul.
The sunset, beautiful and vibrant though it may be,
Is a precursor to the darkness.
It is dark.
Many would consider that a bad thing,
It is scary,
You can’t see,
When will it end?
It feels like it will go on forever.
But time passes,
How much time no one knows,
But, as it has a habit of doing, time passes.
It is beautiful.
Once more the colours light up the sky,
An event worth worshiping,
It was dark,
But time passes.
And the light will come again.
The sun will rise,
Just as it will set,
That is how it is
That is the nature of it.