My body is warm in the pseudo sun,
but I shiver as the fog blows into my mind.
the wind howls constantly,
so that I am deaf to reason.
The mist blinds me with an image of disclarity,
and the haze consumes my vision.
Leaves shift unpredictably deep in my awareness,
colliding with all that is central,
leaving me paralyzed with anticipation.
Outside the world,
there is no fog,
no secret's descent with a cloud.
They don't know of my challenges,
the load that I must bear.
To them, I am the fading fighter,
not ready to fall into the shadows
that grant salvation.
My gloomy burden lie far beyond their intuition,
and they will never know of my autumn breezes,
the dying summer breezes that bring me the fog
and invite me to the bittersweet haze.
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