Confusion Poem by Calvin Berg

In darkest darkness have I slept
And dreams of evil have I dreamed
St. Peter, the gate has kept
Closed and barred for me it seems.
So here I lay, my mind a whirl
While cars outside my window travel
The city lights, they dance and twirl
But to me, the sound: a slam, a gavel.

But still have I been this time allotted
To watch the moon, the stars, but ne'er the sun
The sun, say all, my eyes will blind
And without them, my eyes, the sun has plotted.
So will I strive, to drive, to run?
To where? ask you, I'll never find.