Mist covered my thoughts,
clouded my mind
like rain drops running down my face.

Here I stand confused.
Here I stand, for I no longer know
where to turn to.
For I’m lost,
mist has hidden my small being.
I’m hidden under my own thoughts
as they consume me bit by bit.

Will I ever come out alive?
Will I ever conquer?
Will the mist always stand in my way?

Here I am crying,
weeping,
wailing.
Here I am trapped
in the mist of thoughts.