When The Sun Sets Poem by Stacy Bea

sunset is an illusion - the sun never really sets. and so we change with the light for the sun is ever there for us. As you say: love, dark hate, light. I hope, not necessarily in that order. let's leave hate out, whatever may or may not be angry, yes, please do not hate. we shall wake to the sun

A nice poem with dark atmosphere. A unique combination. I think your poem is about a person who changed since sth bad happened in his or her life. Well, we always wants and likes the sun to shine. But as the sun sets, a new day will come, and it may be a better one. Best wishes...