Autumn Mist Poem by Zoe Adams

My feet are walking round on creaky floors,
And the cool autumn mist surrounds them.
My mind is closed to open doors,
And the life that follow behind them.

Now in this fragile substance of my soul,
Something seems to stir and awaken,
Its presence making me whole,
I am no longer mistaken.

I can't see a thing, but I am not afraid,
The world it seems at long forgotten peace,
For in misleading fog my life is made,
And I start my slow decease.

The piercing screaming that was once my own,
Has disappeared unto an unknown throne.