Fog hides so many things
I see a ship, blending in,
but I'm on a field,
not a sea of dreams.
I see faces looming,
through cracked headlight beams,
cutting into
this dense grassland of mystery.
The harsh terrain encircling me,
a desolate space
in this misty territory.
I see you, a silhouette
dancing merrily.
Then you are gone.
Just a sepia-tainted,
long faded memory.
But the fog hides
much worse.
It's bite more terrifying
than any demonic curse.
It flits through the still air
that permeates the ears,
clouding, cloaking them,
making sound wonder off,
in search of a place to disappear.
Because it knows fear.
It knows that something else
is lurking near.
Pushing aside
the memories and tears.
In the swirling grey,
something circles.
Tasting the air, it knows
I am near,
it can sense my fear.
I feel it rushing
through every moment
I ever held dear.
A train of thought
on the foggy tracks
I'm caught,
mind fraught.
Seeking respite,
but no station close by.
No WH smiths, or coffee shop
to sit and silently cry.
Just the aching sounds
of a tormented sky.
Thanks for reading.
taken from the #escapril prompt
"Fog"
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