Inescapable Fog
The lost city
Published in
May 21, 2024
Each evening I notice the horizon,
My heart engulfed in melancholy.
Setting day and encircling night,
Leave behind a cloud of hesitation.
Amongst a vortex of indecision,
Boat of my existence just bobs about.
Bit by bit,
My psyche seems to scatter.
Tear by tear,
My eyes are devoid of sleep.
Even in a sleepless dream, I feel spooked,
Amongst a wintry inescapable fog.
Losing my identity,
Losing my city,
Going back home,
Isn’t an option anymore.
© 2024 Sarika S
