and now again

Skies have gone crimson with dusk approaching
Last gleams of the sun, some final pecking
My hands stretched out to death…to eternity
And it still hisses and yanks sharply

I am yearning to my God
Hallucinating things and craving for a start
With twilight future and marred past
I have nothing at my hands but some rotten cards

Life came up with veneer, a spastic demeanor
A lot of promise, a little in all
Everlasting horizons and an endless stall
And now again I am left on the shore…