Fog

Have I breathed a word worth a bit?
A thought upon a fleeting sea of thoughts
Or the ache of a detoured life
Is why I seem messy and unwanted.

We wake on a foggy morning
Here, amidst our selves.
A biting breeze tells stories
Of what has come and gone

And I want it.

A hurried fix is what lies here.
Trembling at night, unable to sleep.
For I know fog returns with the moon
And the cold

As a regretful air fills my room.

Why do I fail?
Who will look on me
With belief
And trust
And happiness

Besides those I took for granted?

Soon, all will be revealed
And the hot breath of a new day
Will dissolve all doubt and fear.
Two will discover the purpose of time.
Two will fight the facile

And the fog will roll away.