I walk in to escape the fog,
only to find it more cloudy inside.
The overcast feelings cast toward one another,
accentuated by shifting eyes.
It's dense with emotion,
that unforgiving notion,
and the pain that is felt inside.

Like smoke at a bar,
lasting pungent aroma.
Life locked in place,
stagnant, a coma.

Why is it that these things can't be resolved,
quick like a door, easy to revolve.
Switched back and forth,
eager to mock.
Harmed, in danger, repulsed, in shock.

Injuries dealt,
hours lost.
It's mine to bear,
this burdened cross.

Where is my home,
but in the engulfing Fog