so(u)l

There it is going down
all colour slowly fading out
voices of the world are loud
but not one to care about

Time and tide before its eyes,
people to watch and anticipate..
a long while it has tried
alas no purpose it finds to stay

How long can it burn alone
to shed light for a few others
eaten away till its bone
now it ceases to bother

It has set, weighed down by salt water
what difference be it if tear or ocean?
those it burned for move on faster
it stays unsought, the lonely one