The fog

The fog is a dark grey colour, like a forest at dusk

Full of shadows and unearthly creatures

Trying to see through this fog is impossible, it's too dark here

The branches look like they are out to get me

Like little hands around my heart and through my brain

It's like being colourblind and not being able to see any colour other than dark grey and black

Like a train stuck in a dark tunnel, or the sea at night-time, nothing but darkness

Like pennywise taking over the gutters, filling them with murky water and death.

There's no sun that can reach it, flowers don't grow here, no sign of life.

The monsters are getting bigger and louder and harder to ignore now

The world is darker and there seems to be constant dead ends at every turn

There is a shred of light coming from a small cat and a dear friend

Darkness still overtakes every waking moment

Constant screaming and crying, silently, wanting to be let out

Like a prisoner on death row needing to escape their hell

It's getting too dark to see anything, I need a torch

Where I will find one who knows?

The wave is drowning me faster than I can say coffee

I need to find a way out, I need a light to lead me out of this fog

Because if I don't, I'll disappear.