The Dawn of My Sunset

The dawn of my sunset 
A bright and sad mourning 
My hope slowly fading 
The growing forlorning 
Forms inevitable paths; 
Paving through the wide hollow 
That grows inside my heart. 
Shall I rest, 
Or shall I follow? 
The past brings me tears 
Of joy and of sorrow 
If I wait here too long 
Then I may miss tomorrow; 
Though that day holds my fears, 
And I wish to bequeath them 
To be held by the stars 
As I stand there beneath them. 
As I stare into the distance; 
The fog growing thicker, 
My future lies uncertain 
My insides grow sicker 
My today; out of focus, 
The next day, no clearer 
I am utterly consumed 
By my reflection in the mirror. 
My soul is at a crossroads 
And is having trouble choosing; 
The road of life, or of death 
Can’t tell which is losing 
Whose lips have ceased speaking? 
Is it God’s, or my own? 
Is it my dawn; or my sunset, 
That will lead me back home?