21. A Poem

In the dark early morning
There's no one around.
An apple core lies
On the cold, stony ground.
I suppose the uncertainty
That comes with the night
May be extinguished
With the first morning light.

But the confusion is compounded
With the first blinding ray
That comes from this star
Which gives this world day.
Things were much better
When the truth was unseen.
The dark gives us all shelter
From what we have been.

It's a sizable burden
That you have to bear.
And I challenge you gravely
To find just one soul that cares.
Because the sun will come up
And open your eyes.
And the cold, howling winds
Will dampen your cries.