The FogA Poem by Margaret M.
You don’t notice it at first;
It’s just part of the background ‘It’s far from the worst’ A little thicker; A little closer; ‘It’s nothing’. You can’t see half a mile ahead; Alerts are sent out; ‘What’s the point?’ It’s darkened the sky; No one is out; A note with a speck of blood on it lies on a stainless steel counter. The fog lifts; The landscape is nourished, lush; People enjoy the azure sky and moist air. But the other fog never clears. The sunshine causes a white rose on a coffin to glint like a mournful gem. © 2017 Margaret M.Author's Note
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Added on May 25, 2017Last Updated on May 25, 2017 Tags: Fog, depression, awareness AuthorMargaret M.MEAboutYoung writer, creative person, soon to be college student. Interests include literature, politics, philosophy, cosomology, and a host of others... more..Writing
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