The Mist

The future's ahead,

But the memories creep up.

As I reach this brink,

Thoughts overpower me.

Shaking violently,

They refuse to subside.

In the misty darkness,

I feel your touch.

Afraid of this, I jump;

Whipping around—

Peering, into nothingness.

Floating—drifting—

Into the mist.

My judgment is blurred,

By the demons within;

Fury fighting,

Dragging me in.

Numb, walking—

With no feeling.

I stop for a minute,

To listen.

Only the sound of my heart, beating;

Ringing in my ears,

Its painful plea.

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Written in 2004

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