The Fog

As tangible as listless Lies
Devoid of force
Yet forcing down.

Pressing down the hopeful
Oppressive mist
A hidden shroud.

Smoke twirling
Harshly curling
In subtle, silent ways.

Slow constricting
Quick inflicting
In asphyxiating ways.

Obscuring the Light that leads
To the pathway
Over the vale.

What can a victim do but plead
For a lantern
In life so frail?

Hidden identities

Slipping sanity

Who will save her now?

So she mumbled
Varied shades of
Who.