Start me up, simple words
dig through the deep depths of my soul
and pull out those feelings
one at a time
until they are in front of my eyes
because I need to see them
it has been too long
and I almost forgot
just how beautiful they were
it was easier then
a lot easier
but now I find myself
in a spot where I can chase
the sunset of yesterday
and turn it into
the sunrise of tomorrow
I’ll be honest with you
it’s proven quite hard to do
not because I don’t want it
but because I do
admitting that is scary, you know
a part of me just wants to ignore it
ignore all the signs
the temptation
the hands that are pulling me closer
because it’s easier that way
a lot easier
to keep my hands clean
and not dig up old truths
the ones I want so dearly
yet am hesitant to look for
maybe I expired
and what I said was the new truth
but maybe I’m still fresh
and what I said was false
I don’t know
I just don’t
and the time to decide
is not enough
so, what do I do
do I open a new book
and fill it with old stories
while changing some words
or do I keep it shut
let the ink stay dry
and let the ending remain
how it has been all this time

Ahead By A Century – The Tragically Hip

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6 Responses to Sunset

  1. Julia McGeown says:

    I love this poem Paul!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. UndauntedAqua says:

    Good one 👍

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Well damn! Excuse ME Shakespeare!!!! A whole new side. Very nicely written!

    Liked by 1 person

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