Sunset

My sunset has come at last,
and a sense of void fills up the rooms of my heart,
as time draws nearer to claim its share,
and I cannot help feeling,
cannot help avoidind its stare.
My nightmares I want them to fade,
but they are here with me and I cannot escape,
for they have a tight grip on me,
and for whatever is left I cannot forsee.
Tormenting pain embraces me,
leaving me shredded, and I try to scream,
but my voice has been muffled with apprehension,
and this one quickens my way to desperation.
Adying light from the sunset glitters in my eyes,
as tears find their way out, as if wanting to fly,
and I narrow my eyes, hoping that I am still living my dead life.
I take heed of all this,
and yet I do not feel I shall live in bliss,
for whatever lays ahead I shall see,
but how can I get rid of this emptyness within?.
My sunset has come at last,
and with its dying light, it casts me apart,
and in a moment's breach my sentiments bloom,
and my being seems unable to move,
for this irrevocable scenario has overpowered itself,
leaving me to my final moment,
to my final chimming of bells.

Moscow
14/4/10
1am
RQ