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Mist

Feeling the mist as I walk along the lane
A haze, some kind of fog all around me as I move,
Silence is there, but this dew is on my shoulders
And I’m shaking inside with every breath .
 
Is someone following me? can I hear a sound ?
Just a minute there is noise in the distance,
I just quicken my steps but I’m so anxious
In a little while I will be home and all will be well.
 
My heart is still racing and I’m holding my breath
I’m starting to run but I can’t feel my legs anymore,
Breathing hard, breathing fast; but yes I’m home at last
I stand at the gate feeling around to open the latch.
 
The mist is still upon me, and the time has gone so quick
Trying to calm down but there isn’t a soul around,
Was my mind playing tricks with me?….or not?
I feel all has got the better of me today.
 
Has this darkness been with me all my entire life?
Have I never seen light of day? or the sun come through?
What would I give to look up and see those stars at night
Yes it would be wonderful just for a few seconds to see
this day.

By Patricia Preece (A Blackburn Lass)

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