I know there's something sitting in the fog
The water droplets densely swirl
I wonder will these waves uncurl
I haven't seen the sun for several weeks
Or is it months here in this bog
Black water ripples from the log
That seems to slowly float beyond my sight
Where is the road my foot now seeks
Is that a nail in wood that creaks
I feel out for a solid form but feel
An unknown witness bringing fright
When was the last I felt delight
I do not know the last time I felt warm
I almost trip I only kneel
I hunger for a warmer meal
I wish I knew which way where I could hurl
My body to escape this swarm
I'd settle for a cleansing storm
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