I am surrounded by fog,
can't see an inch in front of my face.
I feel uncertain of this fog,
it's not the kind you want to be around.
I want to find my way out, but
I don't know where I am.
I walk and walk.
I feel as if I've some how gone in a circle,
even though I haven't turned.
I know what this fog wants.
It wants me to surrender.
I refuse to surrender,
like so many before have.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem