Promptly poetry entries |
Like a soft mist Fogging up the mind; People who once were friends Now strangers are all I find. I cannot find some words I once found with ease; I worry to myself, mutely, as others I want to please. Softly, the mist covers - Shadows cover what I've sought. One day I won't worry so much, The mist takes away thoughts. MIST ▶︎ ![]() |