Before Nightfall

sunset crashes down
on houses, I hear voices
of the day around me
the alarm clock from
this morning

“have you found
where you are going
to get gone, will you
go, choose wisely
this day is nearly ending”

I can’t choose
this day is over, the
voices are only
leaves falling
from trees

I walk into the sunset
still crashing down
into shadows, I hear
your voice above
everything

the sky’s on fire dear
we should run while
we still can

poem by Ben Paynter
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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