Alone Poem by Richard Stamper

The night is long, the sky is dark,
The light of stars is so damn stark.
When I look up, I fill with fear,
If all we have is what lies here.

This lonely world, this troubled place,
The cold dead stars, and empty space.
Why must I always feel this way?
No way to make it go away.

I see no reason to persevere,
No reason to laugh or shed a tear,
No reason to sleep or ever wake,
No promises to keep, and none to make.

And so at night I raise my eyes,
To study the dark, mysterious skies,
That arch above us, cold as stone.
Are you there, God? Are we alone?

(21 March 2005)