Fog,
Oh that fog,
That fog that wouldn't lift.
My thoughts swirled around,
And mingled in that mist.
Fog,
Oh that fog,
That fog went,
Around and around,
And no thought could be found.
I sat in that room,
Empty but huge.
I couldn't do anything but remain.
I thought I was finally,
Rid of my jail,
But my perceptions said that was a lie.
So,
Fog,
Oh that fog,
Never lifting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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