Endless Fog

• Bianca Skelson, Grade Y5
• Poetry
• 2015

It smells of unspecified danger,
It tastes of rare poison,
It fears of grasping darkness,
It sounds like a wave of death; fog.
It’s endless, the people are crying,
It just won’t leave us alone,
There is no such saviour to rescue us,
The buzzer of life has once struck.
This can’t be the end just yet,
Life has only just begun,
We shall all fear; it is so near,
And we can’t try; we must give up; fog.
We can’t survive our fury,
We can’t survive the torture,
We can’t survive by hiding,
We must be strong towards the unknown;
The fog.