The Pathetic Fallacy

Among the truths I partially believe
Resides the fact that nature doesn't care.
The orange glow of sunset can't deceive,
And portents never tinge the morning air.

Despite my inattention, day will break.
The swirling dances gravity defines
Continue unabated, always make
Their mindless, mathematical designs.

My brothers' snoring shakes our rented room,
The sandy floor, the ache that prods my head,
The window where hibiscus flowers bloom.
Awake to watch the dawn, I sigh instead.

My guilty, mumbled breaths apologize
Before I yawn and stretch and shut my eyes.