A Personal Fog
A stinging mist colors my eyes
with vaporous pall of regret.
Oh, if only i could concede
and let the sun rays dissipate
this nebulous mentality
stealthily invading mind, heart,
a gray impasse of reluctance
that obliterates the future.
August 2, 2026
Eight by Eight Poetry Contest
Nette Onclaud, Sponsor
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