The Fog
A candy coated envelopes my body.
I cant see, breath, think,
Encapsulated in a tomb of haze and distortion.
A washed out existence caught between black and white.
I fester within myself as i solemnly sit.
To sulk and age, to sleep eternally,
Sleepwalking daze of disillusion.
Free me, wake me up, bring me tomorrow's light!
This is a poem i wrote while i was in my state of depression. It is a reflection of my depression when it comes on like a dark veil over my body.
I think with words like candy coated, caught and encapsulated tomb you get a good sense of being trapped in a confining space. After reading the last line of your poem it reminded me of another poem called The Sacred by Stephen Dunn. I just felt like this poem was a reply to The Fog because they both are focused on spaces and how the space makes the speaker feel, but instead of feeling depressed they feel empowered. I think if you did a riff off of The Sacred it could make your poem longer and more positive at the end.
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