Blast From My Past

The Fog

Written 7/30/2007

There are changes in the air,

I can feel it.

As the winds shift,

The people get ancy,

No one's safe,

Not at this time,

Not at this place.

The air gets thick,

you can hardly breathe.

The fog lays quickly on the ground,

it is hard to see,

you can hardly make a sound.

The fog is so thick,

You can't even see,

It's like a white room,

The air sucked out.

And then out of the fog there was a cry,

so high pitched,

you could hear it from across the land.

then there was a figure,

to see it,

you had to look twice.