Wednesday, 11 December 2013

Haze

Walk in the shrouded air
That clings to everything
Clouding sight and muting sound
No warning what it will bring

Breathe in the misty haze
As it fills your lungs with lead
Adding weight to your shoulders
And a dense fog to your head

And it all adds to my mood
The dark, the grim
Deepens my brood
And it intensifies my growl
A gutteral noise
Deepens my scowl

Losing myself in the mist
No point in trying to resist

Night draws in slowly
Nothing at all has changed
The veil covers mind and soul
From myself I am estranged

It keeps me in that mood
Not tempered by
Drink or food
And it intensifies my gaze
Internally, captured
By the haze

Can't find myself in the mist
Hoping that this can't persist


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