The Continued Search for Inner Truth

Televisions glow in the fake midnight moonlight,
No one turns them off
Rains shoots down from a bleak unforgiving sky, unconcerned with the mud below
The voice on the radio has since grown dim and died
Gray snow falls on shuttered windows
Cracks of sunlight fight to be born, but no rays break through the clouds of nuclear winter
The world fades into darkness
The air thins and the penguins drown
The polar bears cannot find their way home