I seek the sadness in the crowd of seven faces
I'm surprised by so many.
As a child I prayed every night
I asked God for forgiveness that only I could give
- but how do you forgive fear?
I stand inside this dead house sheltering 
my heart colder than the frigid limbs hidden 
in the coffin
Maybe one day I will forgive
but not today. The dead body will not change it. 
Then I remember.
You are still alive. 


I’m having so much fun attending this writing class – I’m looking forward to the weekend just to read some of the other poems and meet new people. I have only managed a fraction so far and I am impressed by the talent that is here. Well done you folks!

Writing 201: Fog

8 thoughts on “Fog

  1. Nicely done. 🙂 I completely understand your postscript, I’ve caused such a reaction with close friends with some of my writing which, more often than not, is the vapour trail left by the moment.


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