In The Mist Poem by White Tiger

I was driving down the highway
When there appeared a mist
I could not see anything
Seemed like reality did not exist

I slowed down
To a crawl
Finaly stopped
And stepped out for a stroll

It was heavy
It was thick
Made me feel
Like inside a brick

I kept walking
But to no use
It kept getting thicker
Like a hang mans noose

Then, just like that
It started to decipate
Clearing the road
At an alarming rate

It was really strange
I've never seen this
It felt so eerie
Like falling into abyss

I guess I wont travel
Through this road anymore
What is now real
Was once folklore.


C. Vergara
07.29.2017