Fog

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Clouds swirl

a second in time

When I knew my mind

The lines unbroken

Pain unspoken

slowly poisoning

gray matter

What does it matter?

It all fades anyway

memories, good times and

bad times

The blur of everything lived

the bad things buried

within

do they all fade too

with the mist that becomes

us in time,

a fog that maybe, just maybe

in time

does

clear

©Sandi Martinez – O’vehlu