Fog

A mind so clouded I can no longer see
My desires, my fears, my thoughts on destiny
Unable to breathe, ever gasping for air
Pieces chipped away, no longer able to care

What was once well planned, now lost in the mist
Once guided by red, and the feeling in my fist
Then guided by my heart thus leading me here
Relapsing from the things that made me feel fear

I no longer know what it is I shall do
I ponder on things, wonder if they're true
Question if I'll just be hurt once more
Time and time again, like it was before

Sometimes I long to finally see the end
Acknowledge the last days that I will spend
At least in solitude, one thing can be sure
I can be who I am, it's when I'm most pure.

-Khushi Kaul