Mist

Its the way i see fog

Walking into the morning fog.The cold mist caresses my face.The smell of fresh cold,wet air fills my soul with a calmness .In the distance i see a flashing light, It comes closer ,and closer. It makes its self known to me, it is my savior coming to take me to the promise land,to make me whole again.Then maybe one day the mist will clean my soul once more.

Author's Note

Write how it makes u feel

Reviews

[Toni Blackerby]

No one read this poem its not good

[Amanda J. S.]

I like this, but there is some things that disturbs the flow of it :-(
If you like, I can edit it and message it to you?

[Toni Blackerby]

sure that would be nice thank u

[Amanda J. S.]

Okay! I'm gonna send it to you soon! :-)

[Toni Blackerby]

ok thank u

[Amanda J. S.]

it should be there now ^^

[Toni Blackerby]

its good

[Amanda J. S.]

I'm glad :-)

[Toni Blackerby]

:)