The Disappearing Fog

Enveloped in fog;
driving to nowhere,
we falter.

In the aching abyss,
the fog comes quickly;
we brake.

Voices hold us still;
downtrodden cries,
eerily alive.

We disappear softly;
as if we are nothing,
forever gone.

Rae Rae

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