A fog that hangs above the ground

Caused by something of the like

The window looms but ignores

It’s nothing more, yet clings

Follows every move this time of year

Its cold breath growing closer

At night growing until I can’t see

It talks, whispering horrors that toss the mind

It stops every day,

Beyond the window, thick enough snuffing

Lights it wants

I loathe to hear it in the day 

It’s waiting to push the air 

Instead of filling things

Mesh the thinking drinking, sleeping breathing

Cry and mope It’s coming to kill me

That hurts your chest,   yes? 

The weight is too much deceiving

Falling apart and falling inside

Pressure condensed to a particle

Pathetic pain up the spine not air

Just ink to breathe and bile that stains leeches

Fall into the black hole of space

Time’s irrelevant and consumed like cattle

The sun can’t burn the stars

But breath again and again?

Inhale oil and spit 

Destroy atoms of the fog

Until none is left?

The stars shimmer now see them

Now when fog comes, blow

And despise your cruel breeze

Bio

While I was born in California, I have spent most of my life in Pensacola, Florida, and am currently a junior at the University of West Florida pursuing a Bachelor of Science in Physics and a minor in creative writing. I consider writing, especially poetry, a hobby that quickly became a passion, and I am excited to share that passion with others! My other interests include music, roller skating, and reading.