Before The Dawn Poem by shimon weinroth

It's dark outside,
before I was born
it was dark inside

views of bias are
from inside out,
warm and sure

not always
tender and pure
it's dark outside

I try to look
from outside in
cleanse myself

from sin of bias,
awaiting dawn
and a bright new day,

Mists came in
fog and dreary
dark clouds

impure and acid
obscured the sunbeams
from coming through

Oh, tell them all
beware,
murky horizons

before the dawn
unclean and polluted,
we didn't care enough,

will it be dark outside
when morning comes,
go back to bed

it's just a foul dream
smile, already
it has fled