Fog© Poem by Roann Mendriq

How dense the fog that settles in,
upon the grey foreboding sea;
That veils the sight that's deep within,
from trying to escape and flee.

How fast the currents swirl and turn,
with tides that race beyond the bridge,
that in the sunglow seems to burn,
like fires on a mountain ridge.

So, in my mind the fog descends,
to blurs my thoughts from clarity;
And no one knows me but my friends,
who know my own disparity.

And when my mind is lost, unknown,
I will know those who are my own.
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