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darkening mood

Posted to Action Poetry




wandering through
this wasteland
my eyes see
nothing but mist.

white fog
blindening
my perception
as if I was
on drugs
and something
had gone
wrong.

hey, wait a minute
maybe it did?
But I can't remember
nor think clearly.
the white fog
is in my head
and castigates
his dreadful
image like
a mirror.

some shadows wander
through the wasteland
of my head.
and see nothing but
fog. White mist.

I pity them.