Fog

Times like these.
Trying to put my mind at ease.
My daughters laughter.
The gentle buzzing of bees.

The warm wind on a humid Alabama Monday.
The swarm of lies cloud my judgement,
As I hide behind a forced smile.
It's only for a little while.

How long must I run?
How long must I hide?
I've told you before that I've tried,
Oh how I've tried.

You worry and shout.
But I can't give you what you want.
You crave answers, chaos,
You desire those things just out of my reach.

You push, I slave on.
You prod, and so I continue.
My body pushed into the ground like a dog.

The words escape.
My mind in a fog.
It's times like these.
Trying simply to put my mind at ease.