Early In The Morning Before Sunrise Poem by Gert Strydom

Early in the morning before sunrise
the heavy fog hangs
almost dazing,
the bright streetlights
are almost extinguished
from their amber yellow light,

people that move
are much like ghosts
that do wander around outside,
and I notice cars
that does fetch other people,

and I am constrained
with what I do see,
in a part of my own garden
where now
no lights do shine,

and I am caught into my own life,
are cut off from the things outside
that does constantly surround me
and everywhere around me there is only darkness.