Fog

Posted on April 21, 2016 by William Wayne Smith

Every morning, I wait for the fog to clear.
Every day, a shadow overwhelms me.
I see clouds roll in and they block the sun.
I know I have failed yet one more time.

I have been alone for years.
I had friends that could bring me up.
We laughed together to help me smile.

When the day becomes dark
I forget how much people care.

Soon I’ll get better.

W. Wayne B.

New poetry book: Eyes of Hope

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2016 W. Wayne B.

About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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