the setting sun

I left in a haste
Right into the burning sun
I didn't ride into the sunset
This was not a Hero's goodbye

The only kiss I receive
Was the dust kicked in my face
As I ran with my eyes closed
Just trying to get as far away

I burned the bridge
So you can't follow me
I have to do this on my own
I have let you down so many times
But I am a weaker soul
Life has taken most my joy
So I had no choice but to find my own
So in consolidation
I offer my remorse
I will soon return a better man

Free from my troubles and afflictions
Will recognize my rebirth?
I can feel the sun setting
It's time for my return

Pendemic
This was an enjoyable read, seems like a quest to find oneself. Good write.

T A Ramesh
Interesting poem to read!