There was a day when the sun forgot to rise,

and confusion was creeping. The people

didn’t go to their lives, and

stayed home instead, watching


the sky. Alarms were shut off

the glow of the time creating

a mist. The dark

was in every room


feeling crisp and slightly cool

as the people failed to push it away.

Coffee was never brewed

teeth were never brushed,


hair was never combed,

pajamas were never rolled, tightly.

The ones scared of the dark cried

and prayed to a god and called


to a mother. Meetings

were canceled and lies

to keep sane were

whispered to someone younger.


When the ears were pressed through

the cracks of the doors:

anxiety. Delusion entered each

corner, while the people


waited. Neighbors were never

seen, their movements

hidden and their breaths

quick. They knew something


went wrong

this was all a mistake,

the sun was just running late.

But I could tell it forgot


when the stars stopped their dance,

and began their search.

The moon stood and waited,

naive and excluded. Seeing


none of the faces, of the ones

in their rooms staring at the moon.

They deemed it the night hero,

asking it for light.


I liked this day

when the world was unified

when the people mourned

and all was silent.

Originally published in KidSpirit Online for The Nature of Truth issue.

Charlotte Rauner was in high school when she wrote this poem. She lives in New Jersey and loves writing poetry.

Artwork by Merrell Hatton created when she was 16 years old. She is from Phoenix, Arizona.