“I must go in, the fog is rising.” ~Emily Dickinson I must go in, the fog is rising, outside my door the world is fading and I won't see the sun arriving to color morning sky awaiting. It's been said life lasts an hour only, days pass by as if a charcoal painting left out in weather and so lonely, leaving simple shadows in the waning. Death does not kindly stop for me, suddenly does it appear like night, or perhaps like fog arising slowly~ and I must enter in to find the light. The first lines in stanza two and three were inspired by Dickinson poems
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