Below is the poem entitled Half Past Sunset which was written by poet
Moribund. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Its’ half past sunset and
The wind really blows cold.
No time left for memories
And I am truly old.
Gravestones mark the path
That I must traverse.
Every shadow seems ominous and
Wraiths stalk like a curse.
So quickly I travel the distance,
From the gates of the entombed.
After all, what else is left for
Someone who is doomed.