Sunset

The sun sets;
so do all the miseries.

You’ve been holding
huge morsel of agony
for years, maybe decades!
You always seem to be scared—scared;
to let it all out.
the never fading echoes of your sobs,
the unending playlist of the saddest songs;
the pungent smell of the stale food still not eaten
and the paleness of your dim-light room.
I’ve always been sympathizing with you instead of empathizing.
So here’s a reminder;
The sun sets,
so will all your sadness;
Just believe in yourself!