I was left in the fog
eyes covered in the opaque film of the day
The stagnant feeling in my heart
matched that of the morning
No colors came to me,
nor did the safety of a friend
There was only the void
and the foggy mist kissing my skin
How to escape
how to retrieve my life once more
Could i pull down these walls
which for so long I worked to build strong
Freedom of self...some type of expression i struggled with
clawing at my existence thru the heavy mist
pulled down by the mud of my own doubt
how could i do this on my own
would i somehow develop some new character
becoming a hero, or a survivor
Always the continuing want for some detail to be covered
to be coveted by the people i most wanted love from
all was hidden now
as i cried out
in the morning
surrounded by the dense fog