Cave Screaming

I am screaming not into the void, but a cave

A deep, dark cave full of faceless people

Save for their furrowed brows which together

look like a sea of angry little caterpillars

When I yell the sound is not absorbed

It echoes, reverberating back to me in distorted waves

If only they would emerge from their hiding place

They'd see the sun is real

The light would hurt their eyes at first,

but if they stick it out the pain will fade

Replaced by the warmth of its rays and the realization that

Their cave was not the whole world, but merely a part

And they'd wonder why they spent so much time cold

and in the dark