Sandra Feldman


Fog - Poem by Sandra Feldman

We try to everything explain,
Project thoughts,
Convert complicated to plain,
All in vain,
Surrounded by Theories,
Or the mutterings of the insane,
We live in constant Fog,
With or without drugs,
That certainly disrupt,
Our 'thinking' brain,
Plagued,
By our erratic actions,
Never explained.

Topic(s) of this poem: exploitation


Poet's Notes about The Poem

We're born knowing nothing and no matter how much we study and try, we still live in darkness and uncertainty.

Comments about Fog by Sandra Feldman

  • Brian Mayo (12/6/2015 12:12:00 AM)


    I could have sworn I voted you a 10. It says,1 vote- 8.
    I must've clicked wrong.
    I love this poem.
    and I was writing more here but it turned poetic and not half-bad so I decided to keep it and let you inspire my new poem with this truly excellent work.
    I will credit you if and when I finish it.
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 2, 2015



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