Sonnet - Fog

Like a stone, I'm sinking in the black,

Sucked down by its pow'rful gravity,

Helplessly I flail in count'rattack,

Screaming silent, as it swallows me.

Dark down here, and quiet as the void, 

My every thought confused, in disarray;

The type of thing to make one paranoid 

Mayhap this confusion's here to stay.

And what of that? I cannot keep control

Of when this fog will come -- nor do I know

Of what to do if it devours me whole,

And the madness never  lets me go.

Take my hand, love; guide me through the haze,

And I shall follow thee for all my daze.

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- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.