Troubled Times Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

The daring night
Is upon no one
But myself.

During these times,
I hear the conversations
Of the clocks,
The trees,
And the night that
Flourishes and then
Wanes.

These times are troubled
I pledged with a strife
To be as brave as possible
But then
I am a headless knight,
Or a blind man with a chariot.

During the night,
I talk the loudest,
I am most brazen
In these neutral pillars

Until the Sun awakens
To the noise of
The moon as it fractures
Itself just to
Descend or switch
Places with the Sun.

These are troubled times,
And I
Of all
Am a troubled
Man.