My emotions
Are sometimes mirrored
By the weather
A deep dull grey mist
Has taken away my view
Other than the occasional glimmer
Of grey, and white flecks
As a choir of screaming seagulls
Come flying through the mist
As though entering this world
Through an obscure portal
Chased by invisible shadows
Borne from an unknown twilight world
The seagulls then
Re-enter the mist
swallowed whole
By the grey dankness
That hangs
Like a shroud
The silence returns
As i am alone with
A  white noise
And a numbing echo
Lost in an obscure limbo
I light a candle
Staring at the weaving flame
Possessed  by its hypnotic incandescence
Then ***** it out
As it reminds me
Of my wistful heart
And that i am alone
I venture out
Into the grey mist
And lose myself
In its mystery

by Jemia