A Nightmare's Foggy Breath

I walk down the street With a purse slung on my shoulder A book in one arm And a binder in the other I keep my head down Whenever someone passes Rushing to work Hurrying to be faster But then something drops And I reach down to pick it up My binder’s all soaked The water ruined all of my stuff I groan in frustration No matter what, I’m late Well if that’s the case I might as well slow my pace. I start to look around Notice all of the world Is covered in white A mysterious blanket of fog It hides the end of the street Hidden all from my view Makes the world a dream Or makes it something new My imagination gets to me As early in the morn I start a poem inside my head And scramble to write it down I watch a bird disappear Into the quiet, heavy air Lost from my entire view Like it was never there I look up with my eyes Following the building But the top isn’t found The effect is slightly chilling You don’t know what is anywhere Around every nook and cranny When you sight is limited Your world seems uncanny The misty air clouds your vision Disorting your existence Leaving it’s heavy, humid breath All over; in water’s condition Fog seeps slowly towards you And you decide to join the scare But when you’ve finally reached it It isn’t really there No matter how far you ever walk Or how close you seem to get You never can reach the fog Because you’re already in it The chills run along your spine It seems like the world’s at rest But something seems amiss to you Like a nightmare’s foggy breath.