A Past Setting Sun

A day has passed with a setting sun risen once more Washed away all traces of last night it did When stained across the leaves . . . one tear from my eye unbroken Fallen in a screaming one million times over again through teeth shut tightly Again all over once more it falls Falls and tears asunder the earth beneath my feet Leaving a gaping maw behind Hungry to swallow all of me it does, has done, will do if I dare to sleep If I . . . if Wherein did the night go, if at all? I ask For still beneath this sun holding its light fast and tightly I stand above the broken earth in shadows deep Born of lavender run to deepening sorrows As if the air all around me could speak, would speak, will speak Already has cried out to scream like this wailing soul stuck inside my chest Scream to echoing everything!! Everything that I am, have been, will be, ever was . . . could ever be To pay and spare this pain I see yawning before my brother’s broken life And there it is, The why of the darken cloud Hanging above me weeping tears across my soul Echoes, echoes really, just echoes Of the shrieking in my heart The crying unwashed tears breaking across my waking mind Thundering like a thousand waves crashing across the sea To . . . To smash through my unconscious mind like . . . Like a past setting sun When it will rise no more