Watching the lost

by  Danny Weiss

The air was heavy and thick.

A pale mist settled, unmoving.

Fog hid the beyond,

The dream horizon lost,

Only visible to the imagination.

What was out there?

What waited in my mind?

I felt something watching

As I always had.

The fog was always there.

The Watchers always watched.

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The near fog lessened

But leave I never can.

An unsolvable maze to those without hope.

Step towards the outside

Moving back to the middle

In a hazy world

Unable to reach out from

Under the veil and

Move on.

Silent laughters mock.

Denial chains rescue

Those teardrop-blur lives

In a puddle of dry sorrow.

The eyes will watch forever

Unless I unlock their secrets.