Swirling grey mist all around
But as I walk what I wish appears
Fantasies of my own creation
Dragons, fairies, monsters
I choose what I want
I choose what I can face
Never growing
Never improving
Never moving
Just stuck in the same place
Surrounded by the same fog
Surrounded by the same problems
Surrounded by the loneliness
Surrounded by the carcasses of dreams long dead
Surrounded by a fog of illusion
YOU ARE READING
With you
PoetryThis is a group of poems that depicts how I see the world and relationships, I hope that you choose to read it but honestly it is your choice not mine. If you ask me to I'll post more poems at a later date.
