Uncold Mist
By IndyDom316
I walk through the morning mist looking for that I have lost I know not what it is Only that it is missing I search and strain my eyes but the mist, it overcomes it permeates my soul and penetrates my very being I strain to see beyond and see only faint shadows of familiarity But cannot grasp a thought as to what they might be Is the mist from morning? Or is night soon to come? I see no sense of time nothing to get my bearings I stretch a hand out into the mist but cannot see it before me cannot grasp the other side cannot feel the boundary The mist, it is cold but I know this not from feeling I know this because I know that death is very cold. Written February 24th, 2002 © on Feb 24 2002 08:36 AM PST 0 • 1
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"I walk through the morning mist..."