The Fog

Wed, 03/16/2016 - 15:26 -- jay421

The Fog is thick coated with solid gray blocking my view, surrounding me with

limited oxygen and borrowed time, calling to me, beckoning my name 

as i move foward bound not to be in reverse followed by shadows of 

nothing casting over the fog.

                                                        by: Javoan Miranda

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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