I am a Fog, a blackened smoke of nothingness
Light passes through me like pointed steel
Shattering my floating haze
Gripped with plights of stinging pain
I rise, with head heavy like lead
Chances of survival diminish with every breath
A sense of being robbed of time
Or a deserving chance to carry on
If only this aching would stop,
Long enough for my dreams to reign absolute
How I would gladly close my eyes then
And rest with a heart light in weight and light in reflection.