Into the Fog
Swallowed, into the core of the fog
I can't see anything as it surrounds me, digesting me
As I reach out in front of me the fog thickens in triumph for taking another victim
Fear overwhelms me like a sheet over a ghost
I stumble as I walk trying my best to avoid judgement and exclusion
Voices fill my head and discourage me, they laugh at me
I trip on a log as if it were a foot plotting against me
Branches abuse me like a mob of hands slapping, scratching, punching
I went further through, feeling blind
I was unaware of who I was, insults shadowed my conscience
After searching for ages I finally realize there's no way out of the fog,
At least not alone.
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