One foggy day, one foggy night, <br />no sun, nor moon to give us light. <br />An opaque mist steals over all, <br />not see-through, just an eerie sprawl <br />of candy floss. Such tones of white, <br />lingering like a odious blight. <br /> <br />One foggy dawn, one foggy chill, <br />there is no warmth, temperature nil. <br />It’s closing in, and firmly wrapped, <br />no sign of lift, one’s feeling trapped <br />here in our world. Sits, silent, still, <br />trespassing of its own free will. <br /> <br />One foggy land, one foggy scene, <br />no view to see where one has been. <br />Nothing in front, nothing behind, <br />just a place where one is confined, <br />surrounded by one vast smokescreen, <br />clear small oasis in between. <br /> <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/surrounded-9/
