*Pause*

Fog lays low to the [ground]
On this evening after a misty [rain]
All is [oblivious] to sound
This night cannot [explain]

The moon [highlights] the grass
Creating a path of [anonymous] creatures.
One by one, [fire-flies] pass
Breaking the stillness of these [features]

You stand there
Fog [rising] to your knees.
The scent of [stale smoke] lingers in your hair
Up above,
[Clattering]
In the trees.

Bats [decend] from branches looking for an evening snack
You [hesitate]
Your senses lack.

Puddles from an afternoon [storm]
[Linger] in your way.
Slowly a [reflection] begins to form
And so begins the [game] you so wish not to play.

Somewhere in the [distance]
[Another] awaits your arrival.
This game is a game of [resistance]
And of mental [survival]

So you do not [attempt] one fate
Just to take over [another]
[But] here's where you're too late
And with this, your [actions] smother.

Reviews

[Monatora]

Ooooo!
So creative!
It's not often I see a poem with such a unique use of punctuation. Most writers don't utilise it in their writing but when they do the effect is astounding!
Great work :)