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The Western Sky

Gazing into the twilight of the western sky Wondering how I got here Brisk fall winds stinging my face, chill my soul… Falling leaves Cold ground Gathering dark… Black trees melt into failing light Lost in the veil of night Howling dog raises the hair on my neck The harbinger of sleepless nightmares… Frailty Sorrow The weight… Flashes of insanity The ache of years Inhaling regret Swallowed, by strangeness… Sullen Irrelevant Lost in an empty worn shell…

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Susan Ashley

Date: 9/14/2024 10:42:00 AM

Dear Roy, the western sky is so symbolic and your sunset pen captures the melancholy, dread and the primal fear of night overtaking day with stunning imagery and emotion. The chill, the weight of sorrow, the emptiness of the "worn shell" but for feeling "irrelevant" is keenly felt. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan

Roy Wilde
Date: 9/15/2024 4:35:00 AM

Thank you Susan, The older I get the more profound those feelings become. Above all, I have only wished to be understood. I deeply appreciate your thoughtful words. Roy