A Lost Soul
Smoke,mist. Grey nothingness going on for eternity. Clouding the vision.Clouding the mind. No sign of clearing up,not knowing when will the way appear. Going nowhere,leading to nothing. Never ending,eternal. It is not but that is what it seems like. Seems like to him. Chained up.Struggling,on and on. Pulling,pushing, but alas it leads to nothing but suffering,confusion.Nothing useful,no answer but greater chains. Pulling him back,keeping him grounded.He pulls and fights and struggles yet he is bound until the revelation comes onto him. He is lost and confused,needs the way,the answer,but none has come. He is desperate,searching through fog,lost in the mist.It keeps changing shape,keeps changing direction. It is visible,noticeable, he recognises the fact but cannot read the signs. He needs time,a moment. A moment to put it all together and see how to leave the chains behind,how to find the way out and see the light of day,see the fog lift and what is the ...