Poems in the Fog
I sit down in the foggy clearing, notebook and pencil in hand.
Feelings in my head.
I breathe in the cool air around me as I let my thoughts move my hand over the page.
I let the thoughts flow through me, not even needing to keep my eyes open.
Words and words, feelings in every one,
They're not the best, but I'm proud of what I've achieved.
I open my eyes now,
The fog has cleared and I can see again.
I know it'll be back eventually, but at least for now I can bask in the sun and relax for awhile,
Forget about the fog,
Everything is clear now.
Riot-05/05/2022
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Poems (Vent+Misc.)
PoetryJust some poems I write. Mostly vents but some misc. or happy/loving. *No images used are mine unless stated*
