The Fog

Will fog lift from this sleepy town? 

Strangle and hold, down till we drown.

Eyesores, we need more.

Folks, sad tales are beginning to bore.

Chains, blame, and physical pain,

Struggle, hold on, breathe, and maintain.

I put on my black,

Turn my back,

Glass on glass,

Slip through the crack.

Out here the fear is more instant and near,

Listen intently with eyes that will sear.

Horizon gives way, what’s just out of sight,

Waiting just waiting for time to be right.