The Fog

Woke up

sky streaks a blue horizon

children laughing

activity is rampant around this world

yet

nowhere lies ambition,

only a fog,

clouded, sinking, heavy emotional

plague of resentment.

Shadowy fears inside a cavern of echoed

afterthought.

The search begins,

some suggest overpowering mind over matter.

Yet

in the moment

alone,

thoughtless,

suffocating senses

seems little regard for stepping outside.

True nature exists well before

the chemical spill impacts irony.

His atmosphere.