A Fog creeps into our lives,
the sky is darkened, to where you can't see
what's in front of you.
Your Head is spinning with doubt,
thoughts are coming and going
you try to hold on to them but can't.
The thought of the fog drains your soul
with the unwillingness to let life into your hearts.
A fog creeps into our lives,
where the sky is darken to no hope of light to shine though.
Author notes
The Crazy Aunt
A contest entry
- More AP Family! by leslielovesthomas.
300 points, ended May 3, 2008, 3 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Wow! This is deep!! I really like the picture of darkness and sadness you paint! Amazing write hon
This is how I feel most of the time. Thank you so much for entering!!
What family member would you like to be?
Leslie
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"A fog creeps into our lives,
where the sky is darken to no hope of light to shine though." love the ending well done and thanks for entering -
I may piss you off but you need to check the spelling. It is like the colors are unfocused because darken should be darkened, were -- where, dought -- doubt. The images and sensuality of the piece, the playing with feelings shows an artist's sensitivity to the texture of the piece. I find myself wondering, depression, confusion, the feelings I experienced from having high anxiety all these things are nicely touched on in here. Very good job.
Peace & Light,
Tom B.
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thank you my spelling is so bad... my felling for this pice was a mix so you hit each one.. so thanks ..
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