Mist

A Poem by poeticsafari

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Walking out of that cold mist that consumed the ground around me in its entirety I feel the Erie sensation of light whisking me by piercing through that empty spot in my chest it hit me so that I feel that everything is now possible in this impossible to please cataclysm I find my self buried alive in so what now I ask my self nothing has changed nothing means anything else only my senses conform to give me the new truth in this tomb unlocking that portal embarking me on a journey into self awareness no longer will the shadows ride my back nor the frieghts piggy back my soul I am basking in the mist