Thick, heavy, falling...
A fog of sorrow.
Screaming a name for...
Only one.
Forgetting a past longing...
Yearning.
Dense, tight, looming...
A dew of wallows.
Yelling out for me...
Catching me unnoticed.
Whilst I walk and concieve...
A hated stare.
Eye to eye we stand.
Fearing what God stood for...
Not me... nor you.
Only a sense of peace...
Lost as I in this...
Fog of sorrow.
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