A Past Life poem

I fear the glory of a crimson sunset of its sinking rays falling into the ocean, like the dread of transforming into a Vampire at dusk, my dread is the same, loneliness thus.

As the sky darkens, so does my inner pain, time to feel lost and lonely no soul to talk to no soul to touch, I despise the evenings so much. Thoughts come flooding through of lost time, my youth gone never looking forward never looking beyond, with so much love to express, so many yearnings but as the sky darkens again, so does my inner pain…..praying helps but only for so long as outer beings help I know but it’s the inner being I search for, flesh and blood….

Hark I hear birds twitter as they awake to the glow of pure light about to explode. I dry my tears against the dawn and thank God no more time to mourn.

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