Lucy Grainger


fog


Fog
Fog is mysterious, wet and dark.
Fog blurs your view and makes you unsure of what's coming next.
Fog creates wishes of people from beyond coming back.
Fog feels wet against your face so that you can't tell whether you're crying or just moving forwards.
Fog chills you to the bone.
Fog holds your secrets with care.
By Lucy Grainger

Submitted: Sunday, January 13, 2013

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i lost my dad when i was fourteen and it ripped me apart so everytime it's foggy i believe he's going to turn up and say its all a lie. feel free to comment xx

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  • John Westlake (3/2/2014 5:52:00 PM)

    Really touching and moving. Unfortunately he can't come back but he can live a life in your past if you want him to. (Report) Reply

  • Sandy Player (1/13/2013 12:40:00 PM)

    thats tragic. reading your poem though its seems like the fog could almost be your inner person, that hidden wealth of experience and emotion that can be so strange to us. and maybe that way he is telling you hes still there by being an essential part of your inner self.

    stirring poem
    -M (Report) Reply

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