I must go the fog is rising...

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    • "Morning without you is a dwindled dawn." -E. Dickinson

    I must go the fog is rising...

    I must go the fog is rising
    The clouds are darkening and the sky is rumbling
    I hear the thunder boom and the lightening strike
    lighting up the midnight sky,
    your voice is trembling and full of fear
    you know this time will be the last time face to face
    As you turn around to leave
    I feel a sudden relief,
    your world is breaking while mine has a new beginning
    I look out the window to see
    the rain come pouring down on you like heavy weights,
    While I sit beside the fire nice and warm
    I start to wonder if I did the right thing
    though I can not feel bad because you lied,
    Once it was my turn for my heart to break
    no longer is it my turn to cry
    so I smile not feeling any sense of responsibility,
    because you lied
    so now you cry.




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    MorsetBillie commented on I must go the fog is rising...

    03-20-2012

    It's like you were watching events unfolding in my life lately. And you have put them in writing nicely. Sometimes letting go is the best therapy. This makes me love poetry. I feel my emotions settling down calmly.

    ansari commented on I must go the fog is rising...

    12-22-2011

    so it sounds your smacking your lips about the turn of events. a sense of relief and anticipation about the life ahead, the burden is over is that yr message?

    Oraios

    12/22/2011

    This was just a class assignment and all they gave us was the title then the rest just had to come... 5 minute free write. So this is just what came to me from the title so it's open to what you get from it.

    gregster commented on I must go the fog is rising...

    12-13-2011

    wow this is beautiful and so very honest..i like it..good job

    Oraios

    12/14/2011

    Thank you I try.

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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