Fog

I don’t like the fog

Or is it smoke?

Rising into the clouds

Clouding my vision

Filling my throat

Making me choke.

The fog follows me

Or is it everywhere?

And did I cause it?

Whether it stays forever

Or comes and goes

I’ll just keep telling myself that

Over time, I’ll learn

How to live with the fog.

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I’m back! Kind of! After publishing my first poetry collection, ‘The Night Summer Ended’ (which includes several of the poems featured here on Medium), I’m writing more poetry than ever in hopes of publishing another, longer collection sometime next year.

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