Before the Sun Goes Down

A day of angry words and pain ends as it began with Not a thought for what lay in between The fading light of memory burns away in heavens flames As the sun races 'yond to dream unseen I turn a cheek full of regret and slowly make my way Down a path where little comfort e’er I’ll find To tarry long there on would find me sleeping all alone To hurry on may leave my pride behind In silence, I surrender to this battle deep inside Though struggles lost and won come back around Peace. Is it found, or made…or something in between? It must be mine before the sun goes down Christopher Thor Britt Motif: Philosophical