Smothered

Wading through sludge,
a deep fog surrounds.
Nothing but cold air,
a damp cloud,
blind to the path ahead.

Unable to see,
treading slowly,
pausing with each breath.
Thoughts of concern
apprehension, anxiety, panic;
Which way to turn?
Where to tread?

Sounds echo,
bouncing,
leaping from every swirl of air,
then silence,
a peace.

Slowly,
softly, a hand appears,
it draws closer,
pulling you near;
helplessness, gone!

by Jamie Masq

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