Fog
The eerie fog enshrouded all.
It conquered my vision,
with it's menacing creep.
It rolled in so dense,
so self contained.
My imagination, ran wildly
in this thick mist.
Just when, I though it abated
It consumed me again.
Gravitating me to the spot
move I could not.
Like a master of illusion
Things appeared and disappeared
from my sight.
Moving slowly, catching glimpses
as it opened a window for me.
Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2011
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