The Year the Sun Forgot to Shine

The Endless Fog of Thoughts

I am lost in an endless fog of thoughts.

Trapped, like a prisoner in chains inside my own mind.

There I roam in that endless fog day and night,

Looking for the answers to my questions,

Looking for a way out of that endless fog of thoughts.

It is lonely there.

I could walk for miles on end

And not find a single soul in sight.

I call for someone,

Anyone that knows a way out,

But my calls are only met by unnerving silence.

I am completely and utterly alone.

I cry for help,

But none answer.

The fog thickens as I venture onward.

The air become heavy with it,

Making it hard to breathe.

The fog has no end,

It just keeps going on and on.

There is no way out.