Fainter Than Mist

Fainter Than Mist

I’m said to be smart but
I don’t feel it’s so;
The fires have died and
The feeblest glow
Is coming now from the
Place where I had been:
The weakest of voices
And frailest of men

The song I’ve been singing
Is old and obscure;
That to which I’m clinging
Has promised no cure —
The lines in the mirror,
My face and my wrists
Are making it clearer
That naught here persists

I call out for help from
The night’s blackened cave;
I long for the hand that
Can soothe or can save
And so overwhelmed and
So panicked am I
Each moment I live
Is just one more
I die

2 thoughts on “Fainter Than Mist

  1. I really like the Duality of this poem, the inside outside, self perception versus others perception. While reading this piece I found it somehow hopeful in the self realization that would ultimately lead to the healing of the “One.”

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