The Mist

For once the land reflects how I feel,

Like boiling water on frozen steel,

I cannot see another thing,

Finally alone my soul could sing.

The street could be full of dark creatures,

Be hosting a late night feature,

You would never be able to tell,

For I’ve never seen mist so swell.

I cannot see the light beyond,

Alone in the darkness I spawn,

No fear of people looking at me,

Like the broken thing they alone can see.

I am finally free to show my emotions,

As forceful as waring oceans,

No fear of judgement holds me back,

I can be free with no fear of attack.

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