Fog Poem by Rowan Truebody

Like a seeping fog that has no end
As if from nowhere confusion swoops down
Wrapping me up like a mummified corpse
Blinding me to reason, to reality, to sense

I spin and I spin and look for the road,
Nothing is visible but the mist, glistening and damp
In the swirling torrents I twist and turn
Losing my way, my clarity fading
My sense deserting me, churning me up

It descends like a vulture, pecking at my sanity
Eating into my head, my brain, my heart
The fight becomes futile, I know I can’t win
Confusion surrounds me, it always gets in
Like some evil cuckoo, replacing logic,
Replacing sense, instinct and belief

Have to get moving, before the fog gets too thick
Shrouding my life and clouding my mind,
Sending me backwards, down the same roads
Bending and rolling, no ends are in sight
The weight is oppressive, can’t take any more


Then just when I feel its all been too much
There’s a break in the pressure, a lift in the clouds,
I see the road in front, its clear and its straight
I break into a run, as fast as I can
Cover the distance, don’t stop or look back

While my mind is still clear, and my faith remains strong
My heart is so light, it weighs nothing at all
I can do anything, I’m lighter than air

But wait… here it comes, the mist and the fog
Danger, I’m sinking with the weight and the pain
Of confusion and doubt, of hurt and of fear
It’s back with a vengeance, blocking my path

But this time I fight, I know it won’t last.