The Mist by Michael HamlinI sit alone in the mist
It swirls and collides within itself
Who am I?
Does the one who breathed know?
Or the one who captures?
Ghostly faces drift past me
Friends
Family
All forgotton
Love trampled down like an unfortunite flower
Ice envelopes my rusty veins
Tiredness engufled in darkness
My soul
Who stole them from me?
Who sprayed crimson across the land?
Do I care?
Do I know how to care?
I am alone
Life, dragged through mud and glass
Empty
Worthless
As space begins to grow short
I can not breathe
I scream for help
But I am laughed at
Ignored
Forgotton
As I notice a small sparkle of hope
Smudged by distorted clouds
I follow it
I've been here before
Shapeless
Confused
I am in the mist 04/16/2002 Posted on 04/16/2002 Copyright © 2025 Michael Hamlin
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