The Fog

The Fog always seems so thick
once inside. Enters the lungs
can barely breathe, and everything
seems so far away except the
Black wall in front of you.
I used to hurt my head on it
running at it
now I can do it from over here
Enters the heart, the veins, the brain

I can smell chocolate, cinnamon
and have the dull feeling of standing
on the edge of a cliff

I can see the sea
The breeze is so beautiful
so clear


-Ben 

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