Waiting in the Mist

Masks blink on dark silhouettes,

Dancing a morbid waltz of treachery.

Bleeding palms bare witness

To unshaped and chaotic possibilities.

Misunderstandings grapple for a place

In perpetual realms.

Unquestionable proof dots the reality ,

Living without reasons.

Tears stain the glass visage

With empathetic eyes.

The universe’s inability to let go

Grows stagnant and stale to the heart,

Which yearns for days and happiness gone by.

The soul cries our to shadows

Holding life’s answers just out of reach.

The masquerade caresses and taunts

With jeers laid in idle slumbers.

The future sits amid strange feelings

Conflicting in every aspect of sense.

Some days are hard.

Some days are easier.

The mist clouds the sight before

So all the mind can do is wait

For a light to clear away the fog.