The Fog

The Fog

A Poem by Bill O. Writes

Mangled alloys
I have been expelled
A fog descends
I glance
Flesh torn from bone
Can I not reenter?
The fog thickens
He who was once I
It who once was
A howl floods my ear
The fog lifts
He stands before me
Lamps for eyes
Scythe in hand
I must depart

© 2021 Bill O. Writes

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A very interesting way to describe that visit from the reaper.
Lamps for eyes, with dull bulbs...being expelled from life.
Guess that visitor will knock on our door one day...
descriptive and eerie.

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Bill O. Writes

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Thanks for the feedback, Jacob!

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Added on July 20, 2021
Last Updated on July 20, 2021
Tags: Death, life


Bill O. Writes
Bill O. Writes

New Haven, CT

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