I blundered through the fog
Hands outstretched; they sought
The daylight, even in the day
Some clarity come, I pray
Roiling shapes in the mist
Obstruct sight of the distance
There was no contrary instance
Wandering alone and lost
Smoky ghosts all around
With breath frigid like hoarfrost
On me, they breathe down
Seeping into every orifice
They swirl and swish with such malice
Mist outside, miasma inside
Any transparency denied
Like gaseous poison rife
The air I breathe is stifling
All sight is dying
Fallen with no fear
For the air would never clear
The floating fog so downy
I let it drown me
[All I write are poems :( maybe I should do something else]
I do wish your rhyming "scheme" was not so capricious.
ReplyDeleteThere is a pattern. I particularly like the rhyme scheme in the three-line verses (:
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