The Mist

Being haunted by a choice

      

The Mist.

 

The grey mist clouds the room in time

For me to find a grip upon my mind

It fogs the mirror forcing me to find

The writing on the glass is mine

 

My soul is dripping in the dew

With unwelcome thoughts of you

I can’t hide them or let them free

Everything I am that I can’t be

 

The mirror said “Find Me”

My heart beat “Fill Me”

My soul begged “Hear Me”   

My mind pled “It Can’t Be”.

 

I can run along the shore

But waves of you will pull me in

I can’t breathe for every time I do

Every breath a scent of you within

 

The grey mist fills the morning dawn

The night I dreamed is all but gone

Grey skies follow me all day

Haunting me, it has its say

 

The haze settles in my gaze

Every sight those steely eyes

Within, without, shroud in doubt

Truth I know could tell me lies

     

What am I to do to stop the haze

Leading me in a tortured maze

There’s no way out, that’s plain to see

What’s the point to become of me

 

If I give in, can I pay the cost

Everything I know be lost

Is it me I’d cast away

Or find in this mist of grey

 

By Wanda Lorenz

Author's Note

This is actually a song lyric that goes with a screenplay I'm writing. Third verse is the chorus, but I've tweaked it to poetry for posting here.

Thoughts?