The Setting Sun

Forlornly I sit with my back to the world, While the ravens circle above my head. There’s no point I find within my thoughts, As I struggle tenuously to fill this void. Then a voice whispers softly in my ear, “Go to the place that’s absent from the sun.” So as I contemplated the words I’d heard, My heart sinking rapidly at every turn. Emotionally I felt the truth in my bones, There’s no place left on earth to roam. So I sat with my back to the setting sun, No question have I left myself to ask. The answer so obvious, finally I have passed.