The Mist

The Mist

 

 

The loneliness was creeping in

The blackness and the cold

She had tried so long to stave it off

Unspoken would be untold. 

 

She did her best to find the light

Working to stay afloat

There's nothing to do when darkness comes

The captain stays with the boat. 

 

The creeping monster would rear its head

A mist that seemed to smile

Inching toward her in the day and night

Ever patient, all the while

 

The monster knew to bide its time

The question only of when

For she was his, they had conceded

Both underworld denizens.

 

She felt his presence before his face was shown

Like a shiver down her spine

A cold wind blowing from the sea

A heavy swallow of the brine.

 

She breathed a sigh of impending doom

Knowing which path this was to lead

Preparing herself for the approaching dusk

As if her soul was part of the devil's deed.

 

She braced herself and carried on

Her optimism still flickering through

"Perhaps it will pass and be just a shower"

Perhaps it won't leave her broken and blue.

 

She trudged along, each day getting darker

The monster approaching with skill

She turned her cheek and gave her back

But she knew he was coming in for the kill.

 

"How many more times of this can she stand?"

She asked as she was swallowed up whole

A person can face only so much

Before the darkness has taken its toll.

She remained in the cloud, in the dark, in the mist

Living, but joy being barred

Until the day she was finally released

Her being a little more scarred. 

 

She could not explain to the people around

The extent of what she was feeling

They knew she was off or just a bit moody

They knew not that her mind was still reeling.

 

Another episode like this, she thought to herself

And something must surely "give"

One can't continue on in this way

This was not the way life was to live.