The fog

Sad poem.

The fog

The fog starts to slowly assemble
In the mist I can see nothing but my tears
Holding my arms to my head
I put my arms in between my legs
And cry.
My heart
Broken into pieces
Now
All I can do
Is pick it up piece by piece
It will take forever
I start picking up the pieces
But it's slides through my hand like sand
Slowly onto the cold hard floor
Again I pick it up this time it's cold
Then turns to sand and again slides through my soft hands
Oh the pain is so evil
And takes over my body
It's like
Me standing on a train track
Still as can be
My feet tied to the railings
Trying to escape
And the pain
The pain is the 2000 pound train
Coming towards me
At 100 miles per hour
Then 200
Then 300
4
5
Then bam
The pain strikes me and breaks me to pieces
I am now dust in this big bad terrifying world
All because of one word
One evil
Powerful
Haunting
Scary
Word
PAIN

The end

By Michael Alexander Friedman