Just Another Foggy Day?

Get out of that house, go explore, go find out what you don't know.

I was sitting on the couch scrolling my phone away

“It’s cold,” I said “just another foggy day.”

I see my dad next to me sitting all alone

Breathing very heavily, ticking on his phone

 

As I was staring at that tiny screen with all those hollow conversations,

Something crossed my mind, some weird sudden realization.

It’s not just another foggy day that passes by for me

It could be the last day that I will ever get to see.

 

I felt prisoned by all the phones and TVs

My body felt drained from useless accessories

My heart beat aggressively; sudden energy filled my body

My brain needed an escape from the technological zombie

 

Without even thinking, I walked to the door

I looked hypnotized by what is coming more

I threw my phone unconsciously; it crashed on the floor

Staring at a screen was something my body didn’t endure

 

I kept walking forward, just my feet and I

No purse, no phone, not even a goodbye

My dad was too focused to notice I was gone

I didn’t bother to care, I only moved along

 

I started walking through the woods, the endless trees

The odor of the wet fresh mud swam in the breeze

The pool of leaves feeling viscous through my feet

Black birds soar high in search of a treat

 

The fog cuffed the high trees from all the possible angles

The setting sun and the early moon seemed intricately tangled

For the sky was grey, orange, pink, and layered with mountain clouds

It looked like an illusive painting; its beauty whispers aloud

 

I smiled and ran like a horse galloping through its fields

I was feeding my soul something I couldn’t feel

I blinked twice to make sure this is all real

Because five minutes ago I was home and concealed

 

It became a darker view, similar to the horror moods

A view so compelling, a view my eyes couldn’t elude

So I kept walking through the gloominess until I found

A sort of an abandoned broken house, not safe not sound

 

 

This house must’ve broken down in some ancient battle

The friction of the old rocks with my shoe made a sort of rattle

The half broken staircase was carpeted with autumn leaves

Rocks, pebbles, and pines covered the ground like a sheath

 

 

The wooden entrance door was dusty and cracked

As if someone before attempted an attack

I opened the screechy door to finally explore.

The setting sun’s rays still peaked through the cracked door

 

I could see the structure of the house once built

The living room, the bathroom, and the kitchen had a tilt

Trees popped out of nowhere, they put wholes to the ceiling

This dull house was alive; it gave me a bizarre special feeling

 

I sat in the corner and a tear ran down my eye

I was almost crying. I didn’t even know why

Perhaps the unique beauty was too mesmerizing

Perhaps I am only suddenly realizing

 

That I only get to see all this for a limited time

That someday, life will put an end to my rhymes

That I hardly appreciate the complexity of this world

That I hardly know anything I only know words

 

So I go back wandering to my own silent home

I still see my dad ticking on his sad emotionless phone

He asks me “where were you all this time, where did you go?”

I said, “I was crossing out a little more from what I don’t know.”

 

 

Author's Note

please comment! i'd really like to know what you think of this :D thank you