Fog

Separated
In billows of fog
Fearful words
Dead and lost
Try to follow
Hollow sounds
Just to turn
Around and around
Forced through grey lead
To this wall of dread
Behind cold frost
You’re praised like a god
Beat your fists sore
With pleading gaze
Separated
Is it all in vain?
The Sound of pain finally trails of
Into the black maw of this thick fog
The blood may dry, the throath will clear
Still, the thumping sound is all I hear