The Setting Sun (poem)

What does he search for in the setting sun

Which kisses endless ocean of goodbye

As whispers set a breeze for him alone

A darkness which weighs heavy on his soul


For him there are no footsteps on the ground

There is no heart which beats for him at all

So empty were the memories misplaced

He leaves a life which never felt him near


He cries too late to shadows of his blame

His pain meet echoes of a wasted life

Of all the things which once he could have done

What does he search for in the setting sun


Now somewhere in this sun there walked a man

In darkness searched for purpose of his own

Who in a moment saw a stranger fall

And with a helping hand a life began

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Anna Haven 3 years ago from Scotland

There seems a deep meaning running through these words. It evokes questions and thoughts. Nicely penned.

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annart 3 years ago from SW England

Terrible to have a wasted life; however, it's never too late to redeem oneself? Is that it? Lovely poem of despair with a little hope at the end.

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ocfireflies 3 years ago from North Carolina

I believe we all search in that setting sun regardless of how our lives have transpired. Beautiful and Voted UP!



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bravewarrior 3 years ago from Central Florida

This is a very mournful piece but ends in hope. Love this one, Martin!

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jhamann 3 years ago from Reno NV

Well expressed Martin and a joy to read. Jamie

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MsDora 3 years ago from The Caribbean

"What does he search for in the setting sun?" Great theme! Great opportunity for reflection. Thank you!

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bearnmom 3 years ago from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

This sounds so much like the "yea, though I walk through the valley, I will fear no evil." The soulful reflection sounds so personal that I fear for the writer. Well done.

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Faith Reaper 3 years ago from southern USA

That profound reflection of one's life is painful indeed, for life is fleeting as the setting sun. Superb.

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Dear Mh, I saw your comment on Eric's hub, please know you are in my thoughts and prayers. I pray that His peace, the peace that surpasses all understanding will rain down upon you, precious heart, and you know of His presence at this time and no fear shall enter your heart.

God bless you. Hugs and love,

Faith Reaper

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BlossomSB 3 years ago from Victoria, Australia

As Job told his 'friends,' life can be 'few of days and full of trouble.' For some reason your thoughtful poem reminded me of him. Blessings.

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DJ Anderson 3 years ago

Hey, Martin,

I'm running a day late and a dollar short.

Your words make my heart weary. Should I be worried for you, Martin?

I sense a profound change in recent writings.

There seems to be much regret and pain at the core.

Positive energy coming your way,


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Gypsy Rose Lee 3 years ago from Riga, Latvia

Your poetry as always inspires and leave a lasting impression.

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aviannovice 3 years ago from Stillwater, OK

We always have the power to change, no matter how aged we become.

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