And Now, The Sun Goes Down

… and I’m alone.

And now, the sun goes down, and I’m alone,
To drive the last few hours in the dark;
I am the only one, the road’s my own,
The emptiness around me, rather stark

The countryside is beautiful and hale,
And could convince me that I am, as well;
Except my rear-view mirror tells a tale,
Of middle-age, and looking much like hell

The pain inside my back will not subside,
So I must to my doctor go, at last;
But that’s for later in the coming week,
For now, this last long time will need to pass

Before I turn my headlights into home.
For everything, and all I have, is here:
There is no other place that I might roam
For everything,
And all I have,
Is here

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

4 thoughts on “And Now, The Sun Goes Down”

Leave a Reply to Pratyusha Cancel reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s