The Fog
By Matt Decker
In the haze of this maze
Dazed and fazed by crazed days --
Through the enshrouding cloud
Cloaked and choked in the crowd --
Amidst this mess and mist
A kiss of bliss oft missed --
Beneath these sheets of grief
Bereaved of all relief --
Behind mind's blinding veil
Misty eyes tell through scales --
Across that mossy bog
These beat feet slowly slog --
Under thunderous sky
Wondering why yet I
Focus On God.
©️ Matt Decker
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