Sunset Poem by Lihle Shezi

Every luminary day
has her sunset, which
convert a soliloquy of
a man against his soul
on who should leave who?
Into an eulogy.
Father said; 'Son never
miss your sunset.'
As if my life began
with a sunrise,
and ended with a sunset.
Every beautiful sunset
has it dark clouds.
And every happy ending
host a mob of sad clowns.
Will the depth of the abyss
be enough as a burial place
for the sunset?
But then again, the abyss too
will have her sunset
when death is finally
engulf'd by God.
And my blind father
will be there
painting that sunset.