mood: punishing

what pummels my chest
is not a heart.
a weight rather,
ten tons of pressure,
restless.
ripped tissue and
unrepairable muscle
fail to supply demand.
it remains
unrecognizable.
it is ugly.
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shadows drift off sunset's fringe,
hopeful for a repeat of amber glory.
fiery cast honor in dusk's binge
woefully reciting the day's story.

Sun does not see his evening,
only morning.
but Moon basks in the beauty,
of Sun's duty.