Roy Wilde Poet Free verse

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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Sara Kendrick April 17, 2026 at 5:23 AM Sometimes the introspection we do about ourselves and how we see ourselves is not easy, but I have found it helps us to accept ourselves and others when we really look in the mirror and see our reflection. Thank you for dropping by. Sara K

Susan Ashley September 14, 2024 at 10:42 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 September 15, 2024 at 4:35 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