My Fog
The fog that shrouds my ev’ry feeling thought
And numbs the pain, the care and worrying
Is wrapped like silk around my heart distraught
And slows the world, its squirms and scurrying
It diverged my soul, my body, my mind,
And let them drift in swirls and white eddies
‘Till one should see the others hard to find
But for the onslaught of life it readies.
Yet still the pain stabs hard, light to darken
The fog moves up to cloud alone my head
And though it guards, my eyes see, ears hearken,
Heart beats, and feels, and cleaves to its last thread
And ev’ry new hurt, its shelter will shake
‘Till something fights through, when something will break.
Copyright © Emma Gregory | Year Posted 2009
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