Fiery red, the sun set slow,

The tangerine haze, setting a show.

It looked so near, but yet so far,

Once it set, the sky turned to tar.

The waves between us were foamy and high,

The soft noise of water made me sit and sigh.

I stow my gaze to the horizon’s edge.

Between my soul and the sky sits a huge wedge.

Our thoughts were one, I was silly to assume

Should’ve always realised that it was meant to doom.

What I want is not what you seek,

Vice versa is true, so as to speak.

Why does this happen, I think to myself,

Never a chance to smile came, I sat and wept.

I want good things for once, I chant,

Why does it always appear that I can’t?

Did I do something so wrong? I ask

Maybe it’s a punishment for something, an old task.

After all, luck deserves to change.

It can’t always be bad- in the same range.

But unfortunately, I am used to it.

Pain after pain, hit after hit.