Fog at my feet,
invisibility of perception,
clouds among the ground,
water evaporation,
moisture beads upon my heart,
clouding further,
the unclear.
I see, a faint figure,
A mist among the cloud,
a watery interpretation,
Of the one, I longed for,
eyes widen,
as they do not believe the deceit,
yet they long to wish,
for such love to be true.
Rain dropp ridden hands,
caress the rain that falls,
through the eyes,
once loved,
and blood- stained.
Bloody mist teases me,
as I reach back out to hold,
onto this apparition,
to only fade into the fog.
“Many things are seen in such cloudiness,
yet their only the interpretation,
of emotion riddled eyes.”
No one wants to believe a lie,
yet we remain unwilling to see the truth,
I grasp onto loss,
as to remember you.
“Hold whats dear,
yet reach farther,
to grasp the truth.”
Let clouded thoughts remain unclear,
the unknown I've come to find,
holds more than just simple knowing.
After the fog has lifted may you see the beauty it has hidden. A beautiful poem for such a cloudy day!
Crimson this poem is different and little distinct from your usual style. so I like it more. It's great that you did it differently yet very stylish. Great going.. Best of luck... 10+++++ rating and a special poet with special poem for it contains my touching lines like this............ ''Many things are seen in such cloudiness, yet their only the interpretation, of emotion riddled eyes.”
“Hold whats dear, yet reach farther, to grasp the truth.” amazing write! ! ! ! no words to praise this poem of yours! best wishes! ! ! !
Great poem as always. Really like this. A good write. May i invite you to read my new poem call, Souls Of Many.
Great! Very interesting poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice! Good to see a drift into new waters. Best, c...