limbo (the fog)
she called me grey
and i was
dense, billowing
overflowing into
another state
indescribable
unavoidable
no control
thick, and it
manifests, like
a plague
Slow and sweet
but quickly
all at once and
all of a sudden
things aren't the same
stuck, but not
physically
like amber,
stuck in limbo
for a small
eternity
Written: 12/2/18
~i feel like fog and i wish more people liked poetry
