Admiring the orange colored sky
scorn and ridicule - bitter ridicule
is all he has, for the rays
of the setting sun, forsaking him
Taking all answers with it
Remarkable really, the irony
in the curse
beneath his breath, cursing
the reflections of his broken dreams
burning space, time and reach
burning reason, burning the smirk
burning the man
in glorious conflagration
Needing to borrow more days
it occurs, his glass of whisky
cries out for ice, setting
with the reminiscence
of the once bright sun
going down, with its rays
and false promises
The lifelong sun
must set with blame
for his untied shoelace