The cold seeps through my bones

As I walk along solo

Down and up the trail goes

My very own lost road.

The fine mist begins to thicken

Erasing some of my vision

So I choose to see by listening

Either way, everything has gone missing.

No one notices

That I'm wandering like this

Everything is obscured by the mist

Made by emotional phantom fists.

It's been forever since I posted, hasn't it?

Anyway earlier it was rainy and a bit foggy in my area, so you can guess where the inspiration for this poem came from.