Struggling through the Fog

 

 

 

It covers the sky with a heavy cloth

A blanket of gray and mist, I struggle to see the road

The great Fog consumes the air and with all its might it strangles the morning sun

 

Just as a pall placed on a casket it covers me into the dark night

What happen to the sky above? The stars that twinkle ,and the moon that shines?

It has been pilfered like that of a pickpocket in the midst of a crowd

 

The feeling of tight enclosure makes its entrance into my spirit

Humidity and dampness drapes me like a cape over a ruffled suit

Trapped I am, like a caged lion amid the snares of evil around me

 

Where am I, where I am going?

I fear I will lose myself to this shield of darkness

I fear that it will overtake my being and rob me of my sanity

 

Where shall I go to deceive this fog?

Where shall I hide so that it doesn’t consume me?

I feel the scourge of fear that the fog has brought down on me

I am a prisoner of its drops of dew, someone release me before the hour turns

Lift this fog from my shoulders I pray, bring me solace in any way

 

I fight the fog with all my might

I scrape and claw to get out of its ominous way

Suddenly the end is near, it raptures me in its claw I breath my last

 

The light is shining now, no darkness does invade 

I am in the light, a light so bright that it blinds me

Gone is the anxiety of the Fog, Gone is my pain