Fog

I can see the approaching clouds, They roll along, almost lurking, Forcing you to wait in anticipation. Finally, they envelop you. You can’t escape their embrace, But maybe you don’t want to. The mist feels cool on your skin. You relax into it, take comfort in it, Gradually becoming numb. Suddenly, it grips you. You can’t escape its sinister hold. No running, no hiding. Just staring into nothingness, Waiting for it all to clear.