The Fog

By , Fairfax, IA
The gray cloud approaches without warning
And engulfs you in the fog
For a while, you're confused
Which way is up?
Which way is down?
Where is everything I love?
You decide you need a way out
The trouble is, you can't see a thing
Suddenly, the fog turns to smoke
You start to choke on your own breath
It hurts to breathe, you want to stop
To end it all right then and there
To say goodbye
But you don't
Somehow, you find the will to keep living
You take small breaths
And wait it all out
Until the fog is lifted





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