A somber poem for a somber day and a somber mood...

[synapticjava]

The fog rolls in.
It carries the weight of lost souls.
It cloaks us in a veil of silence.
It brings us solace.
It carries a sense of numbness.
All we see is gray.
All we feel is gray.
All we think is gray.
Our memories are hidden;
So is our shame.
The fog brings cold.
But the cold is from the inside.
The fog only releases it.
With the cold comes pain.
The pain burns at us,
Envelops us.
A fire rages behind unseen eyes.
Everything is what it does not seem to be.
The fog does not move.
Everything is still.
But still the fire and cold shoot through us.
Scalding and freezing us.
With pain comes no feeling.
With no feeling there is no remorse.
There is no doubt.
There is only white hot pain.
But soon the fire burns out.
Nothing of value left.
Only charred remains of what once could have been.
Only the pain.
The memories return to us.
The past haunts us once more.
The nightmare resumes
As the fog rolls away
Carrying our lost souls.