Untitled I
Swirling mist
Chokes us all,
Whether or not you’re
Gasping for breath.
Thickening fog
Blinds us all,
Even if your
Vision is perfect.
Pounding rain
Brings back the pain,
Especially the one
You never knew you had.
Copyright © Forrest Wieseckel | Year Posted 2010
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