A pure white shroud of mist manifest <br />The dark secrets we try to keep repressed <br />In a creeping vale of fog <br /> we hide a deep emotional bog <br /> <br />In the smoke of raging flame <br />It hides the only one to blame <br />In a hot and damp steam <br />We hide all of our malicious dreams <br /> <br />In a cloud of dust we hide <br />While all the violence slowly subsides <br />In a gentle cloud we weep <br />Trying to wake us from our endless sleep <br /> <br />In the rain we bear inside <br />All the pain we try to bide <br />At the bottom of a lake <br />We reminisce of the times we faked <br /> <br />In the middle of winter’s frost <br />In the wake of a crashing wave <br />We mourn for all the lives we lost <br />And dream of all the lives we saved<br /><br />Logan Fulk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shrouded-vale/
