FOG
In the heart of this dense mist,
that veils my tangled thoughts,
that clouds my mind,
that distances me from myself,
I scarcely have a moment to reflect
on what I’ve left behind,
on what I yearn for,
on my own defeat.
I wait, restless,
for the sun to rise once more,
for reason to awaken,
the one I lost to you.
I drift in silence,
searching for a reason,
to set you free from my heart.
