Through the Fog

mental fog

She gathers her rivers, 

Spilling down cracked cheeks. 
The journey is unending 

sanctum is what she seeks.

The path ahead is missing 
Hidden by the fog 

there are endless fires burning

surrounding all in smog.

Voices call in the distance 

asking if she is there

she screams back pleading mercy

only silence fills the air.

A rope ahead is pulling

tied tight around her waist

she cant see where she's going 

but still the rope is chased.

its leading her on pathways

pathed with broken glass

each step she takes is bleeding 

each step could be the last. 

The aching pressure builds

inside her empty chest

all she longs for now

is quiet respite rest.

Reviews

[Ayesha Faiz]

Your poem is very emotional and strong. It shows deep pain and struggle in a clear and beautiful way. The pictures you create with your words like cracked cheeks, fog, and broken glass help the reader feel what she is going through. Every line has feeling, and the poem flows nicely. It’s sad but also very powerful. You wrote it really well.

[emmajoygreen]

Your finely metred poem reads like a bewildering bully of a nightmare. If it displays in day to day life, you surely need some advice at least, help more than likely, my friend.

[whoopsydaisy]

Thank you! It is a little morbid but thank you for the concern

[Betty Hermelee]

A terrifying journey through musty fog, to an unknown place is quiet frightening.. your words are vivid and thoughtful .. there seems to be little hope for her escape
Nice write!
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[whoopsydaisy]

Thank you so much for your kind words!

[Betty Hermelee]

You are very welcome!🌷
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