A Refuge Found by J.C. Fuentes - HTML preview

Wearing the Fog

Going through life is an everyday struggle,

Friends wear me out,

And talking is a trouble,

Maybe speaking is the answer,

These thoughts spread like cancer,

Numbing my bones and destroying my joy,

Some use drugs to feel a rush,

I guess they just need hope,

I just need someone, something to trust,

Possibly that is the reason I shelter myself in sorrow,

Not needing people,

Too scared to think about tomorrow,

Tomorrow is sadness, darkness, more pain,

My thinking this way,

Is there anything to gain?

What do I care though?

I have nothing to lose,

I don't feel a thing,

Should it be happiness I choose?

I guess this conversation with myself will end mid-dialogue,

Because the more I think,

The more happiness is lost in fog.