The Fog pt 2

it fills the crevices of my mind

my thoughts disappearing in it's haze, 

               their meaning echoing around in incomprehensible noise

it weighs me to my bed

       

               prisoner to it's lethargic demands, 

                       responsibilities lost in the murkiness   

             it blocks out the morning sun, 

allowing dark to seep in between the synapses of my brain where irrationality festers

            

               somedays it is clear enough to see my future

other days I am left 

                  completely blind