Feeling down, I look around at the world passing before me
The sun on its fatalistic arc, streams light through aluminum blinds
A fading afternoon, where nothing was done but wasting time
I slip on my shoes and sunglasses, and then grab my keys.
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Jack that was beautiful! I've had many days like this... but lately mine are spent in 'my chair' wrestling with my 'arranged marriage to pain'... and reading PH... your poem brings hope to those in pain and motivation to keep chasing those sunsets and forget the pain... if only for an afternoon. Nicely done. Namaste, Shirley
Frustration and depression well depicted here. Good job, it really brings up feelings for the reader.