It’s gone.
I’ve changed.
I’m no longer carefree;
I’ve lost my desire,
and apathy clouds my brain.
I remember.
I feel as if it’s gone,
that talent, that love
of words and rhythm.
I find that I mourn
the loss of inspiration.
I’ve only got one thing.
One topic.
One inspiration.
I regret my loss of function,
I wish my old self could rise up,
break through this cloud,
this cloud of confusion.
It’s gone.
Confusion covers it,
hiding it from sight,
not unlike the fog
that blankets
at night.
I’ve changed.

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4 Responses to Fog

  1. I really like this poem, I feel that it incorporates so many emotions and so many people will be able to relate with it.

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  2. Sam says:

    This poem is really good! It resembles the way you feel so well, it is very deep and meaningful and allows many other to relate. It also has a good flow and the words all sound really well together when reading it.

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