Fog

Fog surrounds the day like a confused mind
Rain starts to fall from my eyes like thunder in the skies my lungs cry out
I can barely take the pain and you add on more than I can bare
I don't know if I can carry the cross of my own sins any more
It's like a track on repeat replaying the worst part of me that it's made my soul sore
But I have to... 
I have no choice but to face them head on
I just have to continue to go on
Do it for myself, my wife and my son
I can no longer be selfish and wish that I'd just die
Because I know they would be left behind to mend the broken pieces that I would shatter
My life is more important now and the little things shouldn't matter
Yet I still find myself in the middle of this fog, confused, depressed lonely and weak
When in reality, some form of joy is what I seek

Published by Beipher

I have been writing poetry since a teenager but did not have the courage to really show it off. It wasn't until I had some tools as I battled depression and mental illness. They are still a part of me, which you will see for yourself. My writing is dark and raw.

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