Fog: Writing 201

Criteria: Theme~Fog, Form~Elegy, Device~Metaphor

I awake from a open-eyed slumber,

my head, a tangle of thoughts.

Fog, is how I feel;

Thick and clouded, unable to find my way.

Looking out the window,

I organise my mind.

The clouds a grey mass,

the rain pattering,

such melancholy.

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