Fog
Socked in again
But this isn't fog
I know, you know
That something much more
Sinister
Created this sky
I keep looking
Searching
For that orange-yellow fire
That signified life to me
Gave me youthful energy
But it's hidden
Obstructed
Behind this blue to white sky
Obstruction
Purposefully
They drop it low
On our lives
As we start to hideaway
Collect in small groups
And hold to each other
Sharing memories
That are morphing now
Mandela may just be alive
Nothing is certain
There is nothing sturdy
To lean our brains on
Nothing to give us strength
To face this
We collect
Like bubbles on water
Desperate for community
But we've been splattered
Apart
Turned against each other
And shame
Runs our dreams turned night terrors
No one's sleeping good anymore
That sharp silver screech
Of tinnitus
Running in our heads
Something has gotten out can't erase it now
Like a parasite
It feasts
On what we are becoming
And I would give anything
To return
To blue skies
And hot fire sun
To simple meals around an old scratched oak dinner table
Running outside
Barefoot in the grass
With friends who felt like family
But those days are gone
How long since any of us laughed with each other?
Too long
How long since you fell in love?
Too long
I need my history
To stay intact
But we are socked in
And this isn't fog
It's intentional
Dimming and dumbing
Of our true lights
Potential can't easily take flight
When we've all become
Socked in
This isn't fog.
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