FOG

A dark uneasy fog hovers
Loneliness gnaws carelessly

Strong undercurrents of sadness well up
To wash away the unsuspecting

A sense of foreboding envelops
Unnerving the soul

A barren wasteland, the soul wanders
Banished from the light today

Aching to break out of
The rotting outer shell that drains

Yearning to know if this darkness
Will last forty days or forty years

Is there a path that leads
Out of this ceaseless meandering

And will the light bathe
The seekers soul again

Anita Atina