Unbridgeable Chasm

With the submerging spent sun in my scarlet sky, the twilight colors of my listless life slowly sink. At the edge of hazy horizon the night waits for my moon, across the insurmountable dark abyss. The wisps of disappearing cloud tinged with fading hues weave for me the tapestry of the departing day. Behind the shroud of nocturnal gloom my stars hide beyond the immeasurable distressing gulf. The dust of despair drizzles on the darkened skyline from the descending night veiling the ebony future. My mangled mind can’t recover the dwindled dreams, lost in the unfathomable depth of agonized void. My fragile footprints fade in the threshold of ashen dusk, as I walk the last mile in the inky shadow of obscurity. Hoping to feel God’s grace in the rays of the new sunrise, I stand at the fringe of the unbridgeable chasm.