Poetry | Self-awareness

Evening Eeriness

Loneliness: It just doesn’t feel right, does it?

Image by Mary Gorobchenko from Pixabay (cropped)

The sun sets in an orang-ey-pink ball,
skyscraper horizon a hazy hue scrawl.
Clouds; a misty curtain orange palette,
urban lights flicker a cry-amber salute.
My heart starts a thumping dance.