Two Sunsets

Two sunsets I have seen
through days and years of breaking flesh.
Living from nothing to give life again,
I kept little for my own.
Not enough remains now to
make the day bright again.
Who am I?
A satellite in need of a star,
now twice she has set.
Am I to
drift?
No solace lies in night between
twinkling lights, so impossibly

distant

that most flicker out
by the time you notice them.
I can sail true through the skies
no longer.
My sight is too poor, limbs too weary.
So I drag on in labor, suicide
slowly, no light left to weep by.
Where is the end to an old man's misery?