Today’s assignment is dark and far too common. Depression is a thief that waits in a darkened fog or mental cloud and robs us of life. It starts as a whisper or mist in the air and then sets deep and dark, thick like fog and seeps, and seeps till we go crashing. There is hope after the darkness.
In Darkened Fog
Thick and heavy there he sits,
Like frost he heaves, fractured thick.
Down down he lurks like black’ned gold,
Drowned in darkness, hearts now shoaled.
Slowly and steady there he waits,
With snake-like stealth he sets his bait.
Darkened fog now clouds the soul,
Shot dead, point blank with Satan’s pistol.
Now he lays with death’s dark eyes,
Starring up to crystal skies.