sadness

the fog seeps in,
a layer of grey
white mist that has
no start or finish,
and rises and falls
within itself,
no lights exist
within it's thick
cloak, it's wavering
mystery of shadow,
and doubt. a place
you can't quite
get out of, but
when you come to
a clearing, even
the grass is more
green and lush than
you ever imagined
it to be.