Fog (an acrostic poem)

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Formless gray extended in all directions

Obsficating everything, and making it all seem alien

Going back to the previous room, she tried to remember why she had gone there. Got to love brain…

Fog (an acrostic poem)

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Focus was impossible in his current cerebral state

Obscuring mental mists drifted along his eerily muffled mind

Giving up he went to bed hoping the dawning sun would burn off the gloomy gray

Mist (an acrostic poem)

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Most of the time the future was pretty clear for her

It might not be the most exciting or glamorous, but it was predictable, just the way she wanted

So imagine her surprise when things started being murky

The fog descended on her future, and she was so scared she never took another step.

Mist (an acrostic poem)

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Morning sunrise had its glory diminished by the fog wrapping the ground

It gave the world a sense of magical wonder

So rewarding those awake to witness the scene

That still isn’t enough to make me wake up that early voluntarily

Found (an acrostic poem)

Floundering in the fog, looking for anything familiar

Overhead the moon peers down, but she can’t see me

Unable to get my bearings I just decide a direction and march

Nearer to a destination, come what may

Determined to discover where I have been hiding

 

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Moody (an acrostic poem)

Man problems be damned

Oblivious to the looks of those around her

Ordering her whiskey neat

Downing it and slamming the empty glass down

Yeah the burn cut through her emotional fog

 

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Pumpkin (an acrostic poem)

Pushing his horse to go faster, Jon peered through the fog

Under the full moon, the fog formed a concealing haze

Muttering under his breath, Jon was forced to slow down

Pelting his head on a branch wouldn’t be much better than getting caught

Killed was killed, no matter which way his head crumbled

It began to clear and Jon could see the old school house.  He was almost home

Nathan found Jon’s remains mingled with those of an orange squash on the school’s wall