Imperceptible Mist Comments

A sad state of affairs, is it not, that one can't even walk along a moonlit path or take a lovers stroll along the crashing waves of some white sand beach without worrying about who might be following? Finding your car in a parking garage after dark - using the ATM in the early morning hours - taking the long, well-lit way home as opposed to the shortcut through the alley - an unfortunate sign of the times. Very well done, Uriah. Sad, but true. Shannon P.S. Can't we all just get along? lol

it is so sad the fact that you can not trust anyone at all.. I liked the metaphor you used, the abandoned dog would bite the next time someone comes close.. HBH

no escape from insight the poet's glory also his pain yet the words must be spoken a wonderful poem

This poem is dream like. Nice write Uriah. Peace.

Wonderful imagery. A very memorable mood piece. Poetry is definately what turns the world around for you. Kind regards, Sandra Fowler