Saturday, 13 August 2011

Misty malaise

Mist descends
One I can't see through
Is there no escape
From it's texture or hue
The fog surrounds
Both day and night
Turning to wrong
What should be right

Plans, thoughts
Cast aside
No redress
Or woe betide
Where to turn
When dreams are gone
Toe the line
Or sign off, anon

Clouds swirl
Remorselessly
Capturing, torturing 
The essence of me
No visible way
Out of this haze
Caught seemingly
In this malaise

Plans, thoughts
Cast aside
No redress
Or place to hide
Swallow it all
Till all is gone
Toe the line
Or sign off, anon

Swallow it all
Till I am gone
Toe the line
Or sign out, anon

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