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.