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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.
