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
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Author:
Garth Rakumakoe (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Some of the hardest things to reconcile in this lifetime, are those unsettled scores, for which we only have ourselves to blame. They can be a bitter pill to swallow. We must do right whilst we still have the time.
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Comments3
Beautiful
Thank you Alan.
Mistakes are temporary, so regret should only last until each sunset-love the connections of the sunset and whisky in the glass: and the sun running away hurriedly with his shoes untied… this poem brings me gratitude for your exquisite and wise words…
Thank you so much
Very well penned Garth. Also very relatable. 👍
Much gratitude to you, AP
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