Pitiful

Sun down

Was it the sheer surprise or utter disappointment to feed my betrayed chest.
The feeling of a hurt-stricken heart is almost enough to kill a mind.
But it was my own betrayal that hurt me.
I had expectations far to high for even those who made it to the moon to reach.
The lilies among the grass, scattered across my body, could only mean my death.
I'm still breathing but the death of my expectations had never fallen so far from the stars.
I watched the sun go down day after day and it was always at the same time.
My sun no longer sets as it did the days before it, no, it sets after.
Slowly turning into what we all become.
We are all a bundle of hopes that never became real just as the sun has.
Maybe my clock is broken but I have no one left to ask what their own time is.
Alone I am with these lilies and a sun that has been drowned out by the sky and replaced by the moon.
My setting sun has left, no matter my clock telling me that it shouldn't have anytime soon.
It was all in vein, my sun-gazing.
I would never be ready for my expectations to be destroyed instead of met.
I always knew no matter how long I watched the sun it would eventually set.