My Mist
You do not see it,
Taste, or touch it,
It is simply there,
Like a blank stare.
A void it consumes,
Nothing else resumes,
It permeates and erodes you,
It commands and owns you.
It heeds no other master,
It serves no other.
My Mist,
Feels Bliss.
(c) 2015 PJ Bayliss
Copyright © Pj Bayliss | Year Posted 2015
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