Poetry

Deepening mist
I take a walk on the lonely road,
All around me, the mist is swirling itself sadly.
Unlike me, it seems to know what it wants,
If I knew the ugliness of the mist,
I might have never stepped out on the road,
But now it's there, preparing to emacipate me,
I know not where to run, what to do,
I blindly hit out at the unseen enemy,
Too late, for I can't even see my own hand,
The dampness firghtens me,
the blindness weakens me,
In horrified helplessness, I sit down all at once,
And then it happens, there is no road below me,
And down I go into the bottomless nadir of uncertainity,
I prepare myself for the fall, which I fear,
will numb my senses and hurt my psyche,
I wonder why at all I ventured out into this,
And now while falling,
I realise that there's no return from this point.
The deepening mist has indeed taken its toll.