(a poem by me, today)
This fog obscene just clouds my eyes;
Lost in this mist, my travels stop here,
For confusion obscures my view.
It chokes and crowds my oxygen out;
Surrounding me, my world becomes less,
This poison of yours infects me.
It taints and condemns my universe;
For it never stops, and never ends,
My time shortened by your disease.
My life is crippled and drowned in pain'
Please be my guide, you know this wound best,
And cleanse my affliction you've made.
To cure all my pain and suffering;
No insight seems good to halt it now,
While my efforts are meaningless.
It stings and it burns my eyes so much;
The cure is blurred and beyond my grasp,
With no end in sight it remains!