Seeing Through The Mist Poem by Savannah Satrk

The hot yet cold mist around me,
Rising and falling,
Mistaking it for my own breath.

The water pounding on my chest and body,
Wishing it was my tears to fall,
They won't come,
They won't come.

No release, no pouring,
The water bottled unable to escape,
Alone, polar to everything.

Walking naked bare,
Into the cold from the heat,
And back again, to the safety,
Only for it to escape through the cracks.

Wishing for FAITH, for HOPE,
FOR LOVE,
They won't come,
They won't Come.

Only for nothing to change,
I can't change.