Fog II

today I woke early
to an inner fog
and when I drew the blind
all the outside world
smothered in white

I question all my decision
and how I hope to
live well in this place

with no family
no people
no money
and no car -

all my life
a bridge too far
ears full of derision
and a quailing heart,

One Year Round The Sun
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